lack of petals, an abundance of thorns

when did the dreams turn sour

can anything
wake me from
this deep
sleep?

the nightmares
are creeping
waiting
to attack.

i'm losing
those five
senses,

everything is blank.

stabbed,
beaten, broken

not even
the numbness
can save me
from those
terror acts.

i can feel
your poison
bubbling in my veins

and your voice
taunting my brain.

weaponising daydreams
for your fiendish
schemes

lethal paralysis
the demon in you
wants one last kiss.

i'll force myself to wake
before i meet Juilet's fate.