In Sleep They Sing to Me

Warning: dark angst from sleepless nights of terror

 

Darkened, dank, and dripping dreams

Devoid of anything not dipped in fear.

Doused in all the ancient anxieties,

The sapien mind devolving more each night.

 

It slowly sinks through the sleeping cells,

Each molecule mauled by monstrous clouds.

Storming, wrenching, crying clouds

Attacking, crushing, scraping through.

 

The crisp edges of sanity blur

 In this the waking world.

Screams echo against the cerebral walls.

 

In sleep they sang to me.

The dreams, they came.

The voices call to me

And speak my name.

And in this labyrinth

Where night is blind,

 

The mediums of my jaded mind

Scream and kill for all of time.

Author's Note

Let me know if this makes ANY sense to anybody.