I share my bed with demons. Goblins, and Rakshasa, And Japanese Oni stain my sheets, already crimson, with red hot unrest. They do not speak in whispers. They do not close their eyes. Together we lie and toss, And think and sleep Not a wink, not a wink! Just listen to the Crickets and wind and, below us, Hear slow, steady, Heartbeats of the hell they call home.
Follow sulfur incense strings, My mercy, down to the ninth circle of my bed. **** the swelter of this under-the-covers underworld, Drown touch-starved fires with holy water sweat. Suffocate a roomful of shadows, with a fistful of light. Guide my way to dreams.
Save me, save me, save me.
When you are not with me I share my bed with demons.