From sleeps sweet embrace
To become realities eyes
Clouded with a dark imagination
Set forth in a torturous rhyme
Insanity my love
Premeditated thoughts undisclosed
Revealed the prophecy
Attired in woe
......
And you dream,
and you try,
but, you're still not alive.
Then you close off again,
and you go home,
and you cry,
and you want to die.
Warning yourself against letting
......
Something plagues my thoughts while sleeping,
Only whispers, nothing more
Something dangerous slowly creeping;
Has made it though my bedroom door.
Here I lay, trembling, cautious,
As the clock strikes half past 4,
Feeling further sick and nauseous,
As something corrupts the early morn.
......
I will not tell you of my nightmares
I will not tell you how
the monsters jumped me
at every corner
Devoured people whole
Morphed, shifted, moved
Smiling with cold eyes
grisly and psychotic
smeared with blood
......
Fallow moonlight, under trees
Darkling sun the animals see
Gloom-grey ruins, the fled day glows:
Nothing's bright where nothing grows.
Fallow moonlight, what comes forth
In the darkness' questioned worth?
Shapes around, not fit for day,
Nightmares bound: just let them be.
Fallow moonlight, under trees
Darkling sun the animals see
Gloom-grey ruins, the fled day glows:
Nothing's bright where nothing grows.
Fallow moonlight, what comes forth
In the darkness' questioned worth?
Shapes around, not fit for day,
Nightmares bound: just let them be.
She's awaken by fear.
Dreams become all too real.
She wakes with a scream, gasping for just one normal breath of air.
Sweat dripping down her face.
All she can hear is the sound of her heart beating in her ears.
Chest becomes heavy -- room pitch black.
Nothing to see as she reaches behind her back for her phone. She searches for just a little light.
The fears are real and jerking at her mind. As it wonders and worries it all becomes clear, she forever has to deal with the surreal.
......
I will not tell you of my nightmares
I will not tell you how
the monsters jumped me
at every corner
Devoured people whole
Morphed, shifted, moved
Smiling with cold eyes
grisly and psychotic
smeared with blood
......
Something plagues my thoughts while sleeping,
Only whispers, nothing more
Something dangerous slowly creeping;
Has made it though my bedroom door.
Here I lay, trembling, cautious,
As the clock strikes half past 4,
Feeling further sick and nauseous,
As something corrupts the early morn.
......
Nightmares are dreadful things
They creep into subconscious minds
And tear at sanity's fragile strings
Turning our thoughts to things unkind
I was a teacher of children quite small
And loved the years I spent with them
But soon after leaving teaching I recall
My nightmares started to brim
......