Sleep can be a cure or a curse,
an escape or an entrapment
Tell, me what is worse
than your own mind holding you captive?
Being so detached
from your own subconscious
that it actually wants vengeance?
When it is in control of guidance,
when you are
turning dark corners of the mind.
Made to memorize memories,
to worry what no one else worries.
You cannot forget and leave it forgotten,
because if this object is anything but red
then you are only tucked into bed.
To rest is to work,
to fight an internal war.
Make the best out of a bad situation,
wrap up tight in Egyptian cotton.
Falling into sleep, not love.
Reciting by heart,
beware the scary part.
Why is the sky dark in daylight?
Hush little baby, sleep tight.
Mentality frantic and deranged.
Shadows appear in rooms black as night.
How strange
says the unconscious mind.
Never mind,
It is mindful malicious,
Suspicious like sleep paralysis.
Replay and extract the abstract.
Dreams clearly unreal,
yet so inescapable.
The self-induced coma trap.
Completely incapable and even less traceable.
Helpless and nerveless
paralyzed cries plead,
"Wake me up.
wake
me
up!"
Lucid hallucination.
Howl so loud
your ears burst, your throat is dry
but sound
will not escape your mouth
no matter how hard you try.
With no one to help you,
lie petrified.
Speeding heart pounding
is the only part moving.
Until
the transition from dream to reality
becomes more thought than sanity,
and from your very own body
you levitate.
Seeing yourself as someone else -
an unexplainable state,
an impossible perspective by being projected.
Uncollected,
suffocated screams sob
"Don't wake her up!
Don't
wake
her
up.
She is dying."
Panic!
Sweat and burn-up,
you are the brew in deaths cup,
and heads-up for the closeup
of the fearless-faceless-face-faced-feared,
crouching on your compressed chest,
weighing you with weakness.
One, two, three, four.
Move before the encore.
Make a true sound before you are bound
in this cycling sleep cycle.
What is R.E.M when you are begging them
to shake you awake?
Fading to an end.
Finally an elbow bends.
Slide your feet in between sheets now,
heave in relief now,
you are safe somehow.
But- blink hard to be sure,
for horror
lurks
when you are
turning dark corners of the mind.
