My gaze fixates
On ghastly settings,
Lurid hatchings
Wickedly depicting
Aspects of time,
In childish dreams
Living vividly
As ghoulish heads,
Inside the pillow
Of a child’s bed…
Yet tho I try to flee
Night demons that be,
They still indulge
To inject my sleep
With warping images
Of odious sweeps,
Till endurance falters,
And thus my screams
Of adolescent dreams…
On lonely nights
They will take flight
To wrest the slumber
From frenzied weepers,
Till whimpers turn to wails
From wretched gruesome tails,
Reaching to seem real
As wouldst my nightly demons!