Sleep, If You Dare

nightmares or reality...?

Sleep, yes go to sleep

so you can visit that hell again

when the night arrests your breath

until it's nothing but a whimper 

it comes again to rape your soul

leaves merely a reeling shell  

madness in being buried alive

are they nightmare or memories

a blend of blood's spilling guts

twisting  entrails till they fail

bleeding the heart, sucking it flaccid

neurons flashing in neon putrid green,

deep repulsive murky shadows of inky ebony

pulsating to the beat of slicing knives momentum

they don't hide in the closet or under the bed

these are the true monsters in your head, as the un-dead

take a chance on some zzz's tonight

if you're really lucky, perhaps you will wake...

Author's Note

*artwork by Star

Reviews

[Annabelle Lee]

This was scary, Frieda. **Shudder**

[KeelyJane]

Interesting write. A dark side surfacing here. I love the versatility of your work. Nicely done my dear Frieda. Always a pleasure :)

[Pryde Foltz]

That's a scary one. Night terror???

[annie lee]

ewwww -- this is a brilliant description of a world class nightmare. This describes either a recurring nightmare or a recurring theme. I hate nightmares; I hate anything that disturbs my sleep. But this is the kind that wakes you up with no breath in your lungs and thunder in your ears. The words describe graphic images that deliver maximum shock to the reader. Dear Frieda, back off from this one and treat yourself to a spot of serenity and maybe a shot of tequila to take the edge off. If this is meant to disturb the reader, it certainly did.

[Mark]

Damn.... I wouldn't sleep. Truly horrifyong. Stephen King move over.

[Archangel Gabriel]

Think you may need to sleep dear Freida?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

It's been a long week and I am tired but I found this not to be so much Freida or Freddy but Frankenstein in its patchy stitched together quality. Boy you were tired on this one!

[KAOlmsted]

I love that artwork...funny enough I just chased one of those b*****d things on that poor baby's bed out of my kitchen door with a broom...it was about that size, too ;-)

I love the piece, too, natch...meanwhile, that's where vodka comes in. xoxo

[David Scott]

I understand where you are writing this poem from Frieda.
It is sad when the very function to bring healing and vitalization has been transformed into a sort if living death...
The mind and body can only keep you from this state for so long.
Thankfully, it is a conditioned response and can be reconditioned with hard and intentional work.
"Nightmare on Elm Street" is not a fiction for many...
Frightful write in artistic flare.

[Sami Khalil]

Scary and dark but so good and manacing one...Well done and conveyed...:)