Mind Invasion

It's now so late
It's early
The time between
When creatures of the night
Are no longer hunting
Yet a long while
Until the sunrise
Begins to waken
To a new day
Where words
Are lost in thoughts
And thoughts
Are thrown into dreams
Where the world
Is a surreal abstract place
Where almost everything
Has no rhyme
Or reason
Where madness, and horror
Are the norm
With the occasional crumb of ***
Lurks with intimate intent
Visiting new places
Meeting strange faces
That we will never see again
These alien invaders
Of the sleeping mind

by Jemia