Creepy Things - 1

A dream, I saw my mom was dead, I was shocked and got up from my bed, it repeated itself, again and again, I realize it was my mind's game. A dream within a dream within a dream. Like a reflection of a mirror in a mirror. I was confused about why it's happening so, then I realized it was the devil's show, to increase the fear and stop my heart with a trap planted within with lots of tricks and lusty glow. 

How far and what would the devil get by it, I think it's a soul that all he needs. So creepy sound I hear, "come help me please." Like a small child locked in a room full of fear, the more I think the deeper I wander in the dark sides of the mirror. There no one is just depressed, darkness like a lost sound in the air. There are many dimensions before and after, running along and we don't even bother. Are we going right in direction or a part of the human plantation, as we feed on others? Is there something bigger that survive on our fear, me you and our loved dear, why won't we stop and take a rest, think a bit more to save the remaining for the best, I don't want to fall your faith but still I say you need to consider this text...