How does it feel ?

 Another entry in the morbid zone !

How does it feel –

When in the air you smell a vice,
a wolf making a chilling howl;
You pray for the sun to rise,
while the  night is on your prowl;

Fallen into the thin ice,
frigid water gulping the soul;
The knell-bell doesn’t sound nice,
with it’s increasing and deafening toll;

Short of breath,you puff,
running from fear on a road bare;
Hand of doom making a snuff,
and there’s nobody out there;

Surviving soldier of a dead squad,
falling from the fronts you fought for;
Evil ruling the kingdom of God,
you know you are fighting a losing war;

Blindfolded on a slippery path,
and forced to run a steeplechase;
wondering what’s the next wrath,
for what yourself to brace;

Hanging from a wet cliff,
grip giving in to the wicked mud;
Seiged by vultures in a tiff,
who will draw the first blood;

On your bed,all drenched in sweat,
before the Almighty u kneel;
Vanished,for now,is the nightmare’s threat,   
Now,how does it feel ?