Nights veil pulls back the misted past no sleep found here no needed rest you invade my dreamscape thick and fast with sounds and images set to test
your scent wafts into my sleeping head Unwell fingers carress unwilling skin it's pain in truckloads stuck in my bed with your sick desires my prison again
I strive I struggle to kick to the surface free myself from your deathly embrace feel the pulling of your unholy purpose the need for breath becomes my race
memories mixing all sweet with the bitter lured by false joys, sweet sugared lies trapped in sleep my body jolts and jitters my voice small whipmers, begs and cries
This landscape paints an unpretty scene in shadows you watch as the films unspool garbled words off your lips the tilt and lean your cold smile flashing full and cruel
The one I loved the one who I trusted you had my heart my devotion my love tore it all down my passions all rusted smashed it apart with iron ****** glove
Sleep, sleep, rest dreamless and heavy I ache to drop like a stone in deep rivers too many nights made my pain your levy jolts awake shaking in cold sweats shivers.
J.C. 21/06/2019 4.30am.
Nightmares are common for me. They, nor the historical abuse I suffered, do not define me, just something I have to deal with at times. This has been a long 'episode' of them lasting almost 2months of nightly bad dreams...