When the clock tick midnight its time to go, Walking between my realm and the realm of the living I sense the smell of a young soul, The sweet salty taste of soul. I'm the shadow you fear every night Blending in the dark of night, To haunt you here I go. Voodoo chanting I do, to unleash the fear in you. Leaving chills down your spine. So that I can add another soul to my collection.
Adrenaline pumping into my heart False hallucinations in the dark Dread and haunt fills the air What is that over there? Half asleep, I can't stay awake My eyes should've for my sake My dreams take me by the hand And throw me into a horrific land The fear built on possibilities And instilled in realities Sleep paralysis joins in too I'd rather be sleep deprived completely, wouldn't you?
I remember my first sleep paralysis like it was yesterday I would go to sleep and then I would fall asleep In a matter of seconds I was floating over my bed It was weird and scary back on the day Since time past it kept getting worse and worse At the point of becoming routine I didnt nkow why I kept having those lucid dreams So one day I decided to search on google And i found that i had sleep paralysis It didnt help much since I didn't nkow how to stop it Today I still dont nkow why I have it Is it normal? or maybe I have an evil spirit inside me Who nkows? Anyway Since I have the gift Why not use it to write a good poem.
How I discovered I had sleep paralysis and how it started.
I lost faith, hope and sleep. My soul has awakened my REM (RAPID EYE MOVEMENT), Where everything becomes a lucid dream This is where the terror begins. Aware, Inhuman visions begin, The shadows come close to me Whispering my name, I see a figure, He tries to steal my soul, My body unable to move, Panic begins to set in, Unable to breathe, I try focusing in my getaway. "Wake up" I try to wriggle my toes. In last despair, I try to use the trump to my only salvation. The phrase that kills all evil presences. "Jesus blood has power" That's when he screamed like there was no tomorrow, A scary loud shout, I've never heard anything like it. It seemed like it was falling apart. I just woke up. Since that day I began to believe in Jesus and his power.
nights don't matter. when you're all alone. feels like you're stranded, on an island with no food. the water glistens as the waves crash. you think you hear your name but that's just the man in purple whispering.
you're stranded so he wants your soul. to eat it and drown you in a fire. you're stranded so you cry and sleep alone, and he laughs and licks your tears of blood and black.
he grabs you and rips you to shreds. but you're out in the sea and all you do is scream. you put the pillow on your face so all you see is black. no more purple is what you desire, then all you get is white.
you ask yourself "did i make it out alive?" but the answer is, no. you're dead. then you plummet. what felt like hope disintegrated into rubble... and now... the one blue that became purple, the black you yearned for that formed to white, the red that bled into your mind. it's all...
Staring into the darkness I see my darkest fear What if something were to re-appear Right before my eyes I lay paralyzed Distorted from what is real Night time The shadows are so near Creeping in the darkness Faces can appear Mental images flashing though my mind Sending shivers up my spine.