On this Day
On this day.
—On your marks...
get stressed...
GO!
The daylight relay has arose!
Now go!
Go in droves!
Feeling fresh,
and perfectly clothed!
At days end you lay in bed,
close your eyes and rest your head.
You cross the line and collect a prize,
designed for ones of settled mind.
Eagerly, easily, and with peace,
you give in softly to the Sleep.
—-
At days end I start to panic,
knowing that this Thing will happen.
Because you see, it waits for me,
and in that bed is Terror freed.
Awaking me! and Awaking me!
My belting out of fettered screams.
—Sleep brings with it a fear,
that something wicked crawled,
and stays with me in here.
Robbing me of all repose,
it’s rarely seen, yet seldom goes.
As if the vacancy I’ve felt in there,
might have a stare that brightly glows.
So on this day, I’m done.
This Curse is asking of me too much.
It would’ve been enough,
just to simply wake me up.
With strident calls, pounding walls,
or dream endings of fail-safe falls.
Now I’m jumping, off this day,
those thoughts, that desperate state.
My teeter-totter of staying awake,
or laying down to suffocate.
A sleep absentee has now clocked in,
and I’m taking up the night watch.
Waiting on this Low within,
I will never, ever, sleep again.
Bolting door and locking gate,
forever awake, and wielding a gun.
My Dream Raider on the run,
I take aim,
and fire,
into where it comes from.
So On this Day,
this day is... now... done.
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