Nocturnal night vision and these visions are hard to swallow.
Blanket darkness, sleepy hallow, listening to the owl.
Emptiness is out and about, on the prowl.
From the bowls thoughts become foul.
At night they release their most powerful howls.
The sun kills the imagination like the reaper.
Sleep paralysis and my body becomes weaker.
Uncontrollable dreams take a toll on me and
I want to know their meanings.
I stay up thinking about the day like a movie replay.
It’s hard to rest my eyes when nocturnal night visions turn me into prey.