SHE... :(

She stands in a field of black roses
Waiting for me.
She beckons with a skeletal finger,
And I shiver.
Eyes that are not there bore into me,
Sinking like claws into my brain.
“Come with me....”
From beyond the grave she reaches out,
Stronger than I ever was.
A hot, dry wind picks up as she nears me,
Yet somehow I am soaked.
A fleshless hand reaches up to caress my face
And I wake up,
Drenched in midnight sweat... :(