The Sandman

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The Sandman

I stay up for hours

waiting in awe

as the ice melts the flowers

and the dew starts to thaw

all I silent in the dark

for the third night in a row

the owls outside hark

then the sky begins to glow

I rush to the window

in a cold sweat

the doors hinge slow

it has to be him I bet

the sandman is here

I shout in a terrible cry

his face drips a bloody tear

from the hole in his left eye

please, I don't want to go under

but he forces me in to the bag

where I can’t help but slumber

as the sand forces me gag

the sand slithers to my throat

I scream a muffled plead

the sand now acts as a coat

crushing my ribs to finish the deed

I now lie silent and still

as the bag open I cannot yell

“ It is impossible for me to kill

so welcome to your first night in hell”

Reviews

[Maglia Weaver Twill]

This sounds like a very bad sandman, no soda pop and ice cream Sundaes for you! banana splits, plah,
oh a plot...? very in tune with the spirit here

[Joe Gibson]

I figured I'd take the classic folklore of a lovable man helping you sleep, and twist it a bit, I mean why not ruin childhoods?

[Maglia Weaver Twill]

I better look this up; gee I just love this whole escapade of writing, or swarm of flurry of writing, I feel so important! I know someday this flurry of writing will end and I dread this finality and over-ness, there must be something called eternity which really exists of souls