Lights out –
My soul
craves to crawl
through
muddy feelings,
Tear skin
and fly away, far
From the infection that I carry.
Words –
Foes from
my sanity,
Dripping arsenic
and fear –
Wound me deeper than any knife,
Steal my
breath and suck off my tears.
Sleep –
Ghouls
and ghosts and bloody treason,
And creatures
from murky waters below.
Creep from under my bed and grab me, but
My eyes refuse to
close to nightmares.
