Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Mutated

I awake lying on the ground.
Weak, I cannot get to my feet.
I see no light and hear no sound,
Yet sense a thirst that's strange but sweet.
I remember having a dream
About walking along a lake.
A humming, reddish cloud did seem
To float across the water's wake.
A mosquito swarm came at me.
Frozen, I feared that I would die.
I craved the blood unconsciously.
Suddenly, I remembered why.

I was enveloped by the swarm,
Sucking me, red blooded and warm.