Monday, March 25, 2013

Morning Whisper

Nightdreams and daymares rip my mind to shreds. Leave my brain with no tread. Hounded by the plague. No ability to grasp what is real with my head. Laid out in silence. The demons roll through the openings underneath. The skirt comes apart slowly as they peak. Darks claws come up. Mince meat of my sheets. I lay dead center hoping they cant reach. My eyes on fire. The tears abandon ship. The claws clinch my limbs. I feel my muscles rip. The pain is insane. No one here to help me. Drained in the brain. No space for speech. Open my mouth and nothing comes out. Puddles pooling all around. Demons standing at sides. Faces full figured. CLAWS reaching for my heart. Bed shakes. Daymares and Nightdreams fall apart. Sunlight rolls in. This was all fabrication of the heart.

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