Field of Fiends

In my mind, hearing the screams.

Thinking of them bleed,

Seeing them look back at me.

Hearing them think,

Trying to sleep,

While carrying them in me.

Subsiding my dreams,

To satisfy their needs,

Mimicking my being.

Seeing the contorting, bodies morphing.

The Field of Fiends,

Looking not in,

But out,

Of my inner being.