Hellhounds not Sheep

My own, dark, nursery rhyme haha

Demons linger with sleep. count hellhounds not sheep. Drift to nightmares not dreams. Fear tearing seams. Escape is nowhere. No one for pain to share. When lids shut, no one is behind. Drift to a place with no other to find. Sleep is scary not relief. Sleep is the sheath. Only fits two forged steel. Two pieces of metal hard to heal. Dream and nightmare. Gave my dream to share. Now all is left is the devil's spawn. I his torture pawn. Nightmare fits in with sleep. His hounds killing all the sheep.

Reviews

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I absolutely love this, it's so dark yet whimsical if that makes sense. I can't necessarily explain it but I just love reading this over and over again.

[Triston Taylor]

Thank you that really does mean alot!!