Puppets

The dreams.
They whisper inside me.
Hallucinating me.
Tricking me with those wonderful thoughts.
Luring me into their side.
They are calling me.
I can hear them.
Make it stop.
No. They can't.
There is only following it.
Obeying it.
I walked closer to the edge.
Their voices get louder.
Whispers became screams.
Forcing me to cone with them.
I felt myself move on my own.
I'm not in control anymore.
They're pulling me.
I felt like a puppet,
Strings attached to me.
I felt myself jump.
Finally joining them.
There is no escape.
I fell as darkness consumed me.