When sleep kills


The devil sat on my chest trying to strangle me
I fought back to fall on the floor, and the devil let go
I had fallen into a deep sleep I knew was not natural and my struggle
to wake up from this sleep Apnea had been heroic,
there were claw marks on the wall, and my fingernail had broken
in my effort to break free from Morpheus deadly attack.
My wife had fled the thunderous drama and called for an ambulance
it was not needed I had won the struggle and could sleep lightly
until the morning with delicate hands moved the curtain.