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Your demons await your invite!
An innocent dream becomes more than it seems;
Though you fight it with all of your might.

Those shadows that cling to our ceiling;
Embrace all the fears were concealing.
We wont see them hover; or crawl neath the covers;
But freeze with the terror were feeling.

Inhaling the stench of their breath;
Is the fragrance of centuries of death.
They come from the wombs of thousands of tombs;
To feed on our endless regrets.

You hear and you feel them surround you.
Close your eyes and lie still; they have found you!
Icy wet fingers descend and they linger;
The dark will close in all around you.

Say your prayers and follow the light;
Each night with the crossroads in sight.
Lest in your bed all they find is your head;
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Dreams to Demons
Date: Sunday, 22nd April 2018 @ 06:53:30 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
Choose your thoughts carefully tonight!
Your demons await your invite!
An innocent dream becomes more than it seems;
Though you fight it with all of your might.

Those shadows that cling to our ceiling;
Embrace all the fears were concealing.
We wont see them hover; or crawl neath the covers;
But freeze with the terror were feeling.

Inhaling the stench of their breath;
Is the fragrance of centuries of death.
They come from the wombs of thousands of tombs;
To feed on our endless regrets.

You hear and you feel them surround you.
Close your eyes and lie still; they have found you!
Icy wet fingers descend and they linger;
The dark will close in all around you.

Say your prayers and follow the light;
Each night with the crossroads in sight.
Lest in your bed all they find is your head;
When the devil has left for the night.

This poem is Copyright © softerware


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