I can see them out of the corners of my eyes.
I can feel them.
I can hear them.
They follow me.
Watch me.
And call me.
They mock me.
They want me to join them.
They want my body, my mind, my heart and soul.
But they can’t have me.
They won’t have me.
Because I’ll always wake up.
I feel them and hear them when I’m awake too.
They are always here.
But I’m stronger when I’m awake.
I’m not as strong when I’m asleep.
They are everywhere.
They are even inside of me.
I’ll never escape them.
They’ve been here since my birth.
I best go fight them away in my dreams.
I’m a warrior in a lions’ pelt.
I must fight the madness.
I must fight the insanity.
And the only way to do that is if I give into the madness itself.
This may be farewell.
Every time I fall to slumber, it might be farewell. But I continue to fight.
I continue to wake up.
Somehow.
Someway.
But I must go.
I have a calling.
I mustn’t keep them waiting.

(2013)

Night terror; Shadows; Evil; Sleeping; Fear; Lion; No Escape

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