I go to sleep and start to dream,
It's about things that make me scream.

I see much blood and gore,
It really hits me in the core.

I just want to be awake,
Before i see my bones break.

But this time it's not the same,
I don't get burned by the flame.

I see a figure stalking me,
As I just lie still and want to flee.

But I can't move,
Is this real?
I need proof,
Am I his meal?!

Now it crawls onto the ceiling,
Why the hell is it not leaving!

It's watching and it licks his lips,
I watch too as it's spit drips,

The Monster reveals his teeth and smiles,
Just as i see the flesh piles,

Am i gonna die?
Suddenly it cuts my thigh.

I try to scream but my mouth is shut,
Right as it opens up my gut.

A burning pain starts to spread,
As red starts to paint the bed.

A tear runs down my cheek,
As more blood begins to leak.

Everything goes black,
As i awake, I'm on my back,

This time it went so far,
As i look on my body, I see a scar.

In my night
terror,
I hear the pounding
of
your wings, ripping and
tearing
at my feeble heart.
It's beating,
but
barely,
bomb-blasted by your
attack.
your love is like
a stroke;
like a bloated toad.
I'm road weary,
teary-eyed like a
sunflower.
And you scream in
the darkness like
a lamb.

I long to *** in
you.
I'm like dentures
chewed on by a stray dog;
teeth missing,
jagged like a
jack-o-lantern.

Damage control is
your best bet.
I let you way too
far in.
No turning back now.
I'm like a dumb
cow led to slaughter.

I'm miles away.
You're on a
different
island.

Last night, I wandered in a dream;
I wandered through a house of rooms.
I looked for you; you were not there;
I looked and looked–looked everywhere.

Some people sat in a living room.
“He isn’t here; he’s dead, you see,”
they tried to tell me. But I went on,
“But I just saw him--it’s not been long!

From room to room, I opened doors,
but they were empty, every one.
Could it be their words were true?
In the hall I screamed–”WHERE ARE YOU?”

I woke up–you still aren’t here.
The grim truth, I’ve tried to keep at bay.
And my guardian angel–where is he?
I need him near me; did he flee?

Then I saw that someone said:
“There was someone we once knew, who’s dead.
Your angel would not believe ‘twas true.
We saw him screaming, “WHERE ARE YOU?””

Who are you? My angel?
Or just another tortured soul.
We share so many wounds within–
not my guardian; you’re my twin.

when not the monsters under my bed
Make me have sleeples nights
But my own mind
Making me have a hard time

Forcing me to rhyme
And is torturing me in my own mind

Wishing upon my downfall
While making me cry
With the long ago scense
From my previous life

But who is it
that torments me in those lonely night?
Is it the night
who wakes me up
Or is it me,
who won't let my running thoughts cry?