I let out a blood curdle scream Hoping my parents can come help me I was trapped within a paralyzed body Stuck between a purgatory state of sleep and reality.
Shadowy silhouettes appeared then were out of sight, In the corners of my forest green eyes, The sound of their hushed footsteps were left behind Leaving me frightened out of my mind. I was prepared to be hurt by the creatures That lurked my bedroom at night.
Mom frantically told the doctor who said it was sleep paralysis, The good news is that I would be alright. There’s nothing they can do, I’m stuck feeling the fear that comes to me Whenever the sleep paralysis decides to strike.
No one can help me, I have to live through getting stuck in a limp body Welcoming the scary creatures that come by, Having an episode is one of the scariest things That I’ve encountered in my life.
Imagine you've cut a cake five or six times, each slice having the same color, however, a different shade.
Now replace the cake with sides of oneself. Now Replace oneself with Me; I am that cake.
The me that is of a higher mind, which I consider my conscious. I have a side of me that only manifests when drunk. A side of me that only manifests when high. The me who is sober. The me that represents my thinking. And then there is him, Malum.
The darkest slice of the cake. He lurks, spectating, snickering...planning. He's the voice in my head that wishes I were dead...so that he could swallow my vessel and turn it into his own.
He and I have a contract; I am to control and maintain my body, so long as I never been put into a full-on life-or-death position, or I am not mentally sacrificial.
I've witnessed potential realities in which he had control...and it's terrifying.
I hope he never gets out. I am not afraid to fight, because I fear failure; I am afraid of Malum and what he will do. He is not human...and he definitely doesn't fight for humanity.
He is the me that wanted the world to burn...and he still does. He has no empathy, no sympathy, and he craves destruction. He's calculated, analytical, and he lacks love. He is pure evil...and he is waiting.
He is waiting for me to die. So that he can swallow me alive, and turn the world upside down.
I lurk I lie in my bed hearing ghosts in my head I hide I'm not leaving It's safer in here Without a sun to see I can't be burned I sigh I'm a ghost myself anyways So just let me atrophy and waste away I cry It's safer in here I can’t see the ghosts Only hear their wails Hiding from sunshine Is a small price to pay So stop telling me fix it please I've already surrendered It's “safer” in here I lie No matter how fake the peace
It’s not big this crow of mine. Head cocked, observing time. Perfectly sized to sit upon my windowsill, Reminding me that dread and fear are a bitter pill. It calls to me Stopping me. I can’t hide and I can’t pretend, It sees me, watches me my friend. Waiting and lurking till the end.