Monday, February 20, 2012


So afraid to sleep.
My nightmares are on repeat.
I fear I may never wake,
and my soul they will easily take.
A prisoner of my own mind,
A prisoner of my own design.
Losing all of my control,
As my skin is paralyzed with cold.
My voice is small
As I attempt to crawl,
To escape the green fire
burning the floor
By searching blindly
for a non-existent door.
I feel them watching me,
With their depthless eyes.
There is nothing I can do.
There is nowhere for me to hide.
Is my only option to succumb?
My eyes go weak and my body numb.
Completely lifeless.
I am my own creation.
I only blame myself,
For this dark imagination.

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