Night terrors

The Monster Within

It calls to me at night,
The beast shrouded in darkness.
Silent calls echoing in my mind,
Reverberate through my heart
And pierce my soul.

Each night he lays,
At the foot of my bed,
Waiting until my thoughts drift.
Only then will he pounce,
Tearing ideas, limb from limb
Allowing only tattered dreams.

Then in the morning, he sleeps.
Content in his role, fulfilled
Leaving me only with fragments.
Scorched cinders of denial.
Crushed bastions of brilliance,
Fallen around my feet.

 

Night Sprites

My eyes flicker open in lazy surrender

The shadows dance on the wall

Thoughts disappearΒ  as I try to remember

If that really happened at all

 

The shadows dance on the wall

They play on my fears and doubts

If that really happened at all

My brain never working it out

 

They play on my fears and doubts

Those mischievous sprites in the night

My brain never working it out

So I snooze in the gaze of the light

 

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The Dead of the Night

It comes to me in the early hours

Hands outstretched, hungry for life

Yet all I can offer are dreams

 

Glaring at me with wicked eyes

Salivating at the thought

It may eat me yet

 

Devour the whole of me

Swallowed and digested

Until my fragments

Are no longer beings

 

Just a collection

Of flesh and splintered bones

Clumps of deterioration

 

Regurgitated

Settled

Disintegrating

 

Slivers of life that once were

Slowly fading to air

This is how I turn to dust