What Holds You In Darkness

You awaken at night 

and don't truly know why.

You glance to your right

when there's nothing to spy.

You turn to the left

and see nothing but night.

You then feel some heft

and your heart fills with spite 

Why do I feel as the light has all gone?

Why can't I move and a heaviness don?

You worry, you struggle, but can't seem to leave.

Whatever force has ensnared your soul now it cleaves.

"Help!" You cry feebly as the darkness envelops.

Before you it gathers and form does develop.

Your soul is now searing.

You wish you could cry.

You feel something tearing.

You wish you would die.

Like horrid hell fire,

and an inhuman cold.

No sweat does perspire,

An opening holed.

As you struggle to grasp even one single breath,

you glance above at what holds down on your chest.

An evil, so vile, ink bleeds from it's skin.

It's ears, filled of bile, and that horrid deep grin

It's teeth are stained by unnatural blood

And it's nose is two slits, dripping in crud.

How horrible those holes which it calls it's own eyes,

empty and vacant of any such supplies.

you feel from it horror and odious power,

stealing your life to this despicable dour.

You suffer, you singe, your flesh is now screaming.

The blood in your veins you feel now is steaming.

Why do I not die? This is too appalling to bear.

Or have I so died and this the sentence I fair?

Your throat is now burning, 

your eyes crying crimson.

Your intestines are churning,

by fear now you're driven.

You lost track of the time.

You lost track of the hours.

You lost track of the grime

which flow from it's powers.

You give up on release, your torture is sure.

This is your hell you'll be force to endure.

Then it all stops, you lift up your eyes.

To twitch single muscles fills the room with your cries.

You feel hope return, some small relief

The burning has stopped, though you know it is brief.

Because as soon as you imagine the facade of your blight.

A voice etches into you: "See you next night."

Author's Note

This is an experiment a little different from my usual pace. I tried to paint more a type of intense, dark picture. Please feel free to let me know what you think.

Reviews

[harley98]

I enjoy the emotion behind this. It's got very deep thought. Love it!

[Alec]

Thank you very much Harley98. I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it.

[harley98]

Your welcome! :)

[fox walker]

this is the best poem I have read this far on this website..very clever string of words
I can relate to this poemhave ...I had this dark creature on top of me once before ..it was extremely frightening and very similar to your description. They call it sleep paralysis. I call it a demon

just out of curiosity I was wondering have you ever experienced sleep paralysis or are you just writing a poem about it....?

[Alec]

I have never actually experienced sleep paralysis (at least that I can remember) for myself. Though I have researched and heard from several people who have. Despite the lack of experience the concept still terrifies me. After pondering it my imagination began running amuck with possibilities and images, this being the prominent one.