Terror by Night

I wrote this because I have been asked several times about how I slept the previous night and I have sever nightmares

It starts about five or six

My emotions start to mix

Confusion, rage and strong fear

My eyes start to tear.

Dreading the time of slumber

My heart and head become encumbered

Knowing what I do

The fact is, I don’t sleep like you

Blood, rage, and the taste of copper

My emotions put through their paces in this death hopper

They rip at sanity and what is right

Leaving me not knowing in the middle of the night asleep I fight.

Hitting and thrashing

My sanctuary I begin trashing

If you have been in my life I know I have killed you at least once or twice

Your body and blood I have tasted and diced

Your soul I have devoured

only to realize I will never absorb your power

You beg for forgiveness and no harm

The only way for me to break the terror is by alarm

I wake with terror, rage and sorrow

Knowing I will feel this way again in the morrow

I pray to God above to take this cup from and let it pass

But Satan holds me hostage with his version of my heart of glass

I have seen and loved both when I sleep

My tortured soul is hostage to this terror it will hold and keep

So when you ask about how I have slept

Remember where my childhood terrors are kept

In my brain only to come out when I sleep and at night

Waiting to spring out of the subconscious and into sight

Waiting to become the terror I live every single night

Reviews

[Ivy Rose]

The imagery for this is just up the wall. Images flash across my mind as the words from the screen enter my mind. This is another good poem of yours. Don't ever stop writing.