Sleep, yes go to sleep
so you can visit that hell again
when the night arrests your breath
until it's nothing but a whimper
it comes again to **** your soul
leaves merely a reeling shell  
madness in being buried alive
are they nightmare or memories
a blend of blood's spilling guts
twisting  entrails till they fail
bleeding the heart, ******* it flaccid
neurons flashing in neon putrid green,
deep repulsive murky shadows of inky ebony
pulsating to the beat of slicing knives momentum
they don't hide in the closet or under the bed
these are the true monsters in your head, as the un-dead
take a chance on some zzz's tonight
if you're really lucky, perhaps you will wake...