Analysis of Nightmare #1: Into the Depths

In the hours after Midnight
I awoke with the strangest start;
a piercing kind of horror
which gripped my by the heart.
From the fluid darkness
tiny tendrils, curious hands
came creeping up my clammy skin;
their softness shocked my every nerve
and froze my motions in their haste.
Without a fight these darkened bonds
subdued my to the gloom,
and in the silence of the night
these strangers stole me from my room;
dragged me down, down through the depths
of shadow and bleak solitude.