When Demons Wake
As thunder booms and lightning strikes
my tired, unconscious mind,
then hungry demons, deep inside,
upon my psyche dine.
And so, I roam demonic lands
where angels fear to tread,
with sins and secrets close at hand,
I keep the demons fed.
A sudden sense of menace looms
as tortured souls emerge,
from shallow graves and catacombs,
where gruesome figures lurk.
Insidious and sinister,
with soulless eyes of black,
revealing sharpened scimitars,
like murderous maniacs.
My startled heartbeat palpitates,
then skin begins to sweat,
as rising moons illuminate
their deathly silhouettes.
I try to fight, without success:
my limbs refuse to move.
Then in a state of deep distress,
I'm beaten black and blue.
I look above to crimson skies
whilst searching for the light,
then breathless, stressed, and terrified
I waken, bolt upright.
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