Withdrawn beneath the shallow
pools of shadows, does my guilt
            linger. Hidden from sight.

Not all skeletons are buried in
closets, some are in shallow graves
                             beneath the covers.

For those things we wish to hide from
others, are never sunken deep for others
                           dig deeper than we think.

Under my bed are dusty reminisce of
things best not known,
                              by others peering eyes.

For some secrets we sleep upon,
never looking for the monsters of our
        own making, slumbering underneath.

I wanted to fall asleep it was my escape in this reality

Deeply imagining of what could've been.

Flying around the World with no reason to stop and much as well rest...

The nights are not what they seem, I need to stay awake.

The voices in my head telling me to open my eyes wide

Where only I can see the dark, wishing I was blind.

The silence was killer, to think I'd go back and listen to my Dad read a story or my Mom sing me to sleep

But I hear whispers saying I should leave.

Dreams weren't nice, they were frightful like the night

I can't differentiate reality from slumber.

The moment I close my eyelids I'd feel it, the grasp of something unseen. It's screaming in my ear letting me know

I'm not alone.

It's morning again 24hrs to prepare for Bedtime once more, another battle.  

And the Demon had a score.

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    Keep me up at night with your
  praises and your melodies of sweet
  tidings, but let me sleep
   to the sound of your screams and
    angry sentiments.

Give me that of my own choice.
  give me the availability to choose that of
   which slumber I'd prefer from you.

Sprightly and lightly it danced to your window
In the breeze which caught it
and brought it
To sweetly kiss your silken pillow.
To neatly place itself unseen
Amidst your longest deepest slumber
And carefully corrupt your dreams.

Strands of golden beach sand,
Soft and radiant as first snow
Pools of glacier water,
Evoke internal flames not seen.

Beautiful, unknowing
Mirrors may lie, though not I
Heroine of our dreams,
Slay the somnolent slumber.

Winter's worry
Summer's laughter
Fall's turning
Spring's blossoms

I say it so, so you know me

When my mind too like my body falls into the gloom of night,
It finds itself standing with Him, the Master of this realm, Delusion.
And thereafter things change
from this.

What is seen is not true
But it works in my favour, appeals my pride.
False? Yes, yet i find myself in a state
where i believe in everything that takes me away
from this.

What is that i hear?
My conscience screaming at me, telling me to come back.
Why am i the one to be blamed
A lone soul seeking lapse in time
From this?

And the time has come to break away
To force my eyelids open, to stare at that chronic ceiling.
I must live outside my mind till the sun sets
And make myself home
To this.

Thieves are the night
But they are not thieves
That is just a dusty title
They take only in your sleep
And they take only what you don't have the strength to discard
In dreams you must shed clean
And rest in your new vulnerable sack
Or you shall insomniate in your kept leavings
You'll go quick mad with trains of ideas
And fast blood
Many perish when they power the buffets
And tightening elements
Instead of serenely observing from within the sway

The thieves are amiable in our sleepy wound
But stray awake
They become fidgeting dead weight in blotted corners
Or perched leaden upon your chest
Playing with different ****** experiments
A knowing one over a fearful child

They are soon to knit together
Your heart condition
Your madness
Or your nervy puppet disposition
And your **** path
To a less restless
And more organic bed

It is here that I must rest my words
And match the horizon upon a mattress
I breeze my mind
And project a welcoming state
To the thieves and the night.

I wish our problems and stresses
Would leave like they do when you sleep
You look the happiest right after
You doze off counting sweet sheep

I wish I could take away all the pain I cause you
And the anger the world makes you feel
Perhaps one morning you will wake up
Open your eyes to a world more ideal

Til that day I watch your wonderful slumber
Celebrate the calm minutes before dawn
These moments are bittersweet because I know
When the sun rises that peace will be gone