The nights of terror

Sleepless

Sometimes I can't sleep, a baby holding its weight on my chest. Gravity leans against my delicate frame as I look around the dark room to see the emptiness that beholds it.
I feel safe...
Comforted...
Until everything starts to swirl; a tornado, your eyes adapt to the murky walls and I can observe the shadows that drag their lifeless bodies towards my cage of security. My bed barricades me from these abnormalities in front of me, they're here to cause me sleepless nights.
I feel your breath on me...
It is cold...
Bitter exhalations fill these foggy fragile walls, this something wasn't there to be amicable. These hideous mortals clambered to their scabby, scrawny and scaly chattels that they call its feet. Their faces are flushed with the hue of indigo, blending into the walls their scales seeped liquid gold. Dripping, Dripping, Dripping down their tortured spines. The fluorescent aureate concealed the cauterized holes that bleed through my unblemished mind. They swarm like bees, swarming into my lucidity and slowly persecuting the little innocence I have left. You don't know the true meaning of cowardice until you have been in my position. These monstrosities governing my every paralyzed thought, supervising my enthusiasm, regulating my every move. It stares at me with its demoniac perception, waiting for me to quiver in fear and for the singular bead of sweat to fall before it can begin its hellish activities.                                                                                            Silence... Silence fills my ill-lighted territory as we stare into each other's eyes, anticipating the forthcoming's that'll lurk my figure for the rest of my days. I hear harrowing howls coming from the back of my mentality, they're coming for me, they want immunity but I refuse to let them vigorously fight their way out of the singed cracks in my head. Struggling to find the capability to keep fighting them, to keep them in my head, but I'm protecting the rest of the world from menacing beings, from these creatures who could kill of the entire world. I won't let that happen, I will fight with every single bone in my body to keep them there. I can do this. Suddenly, things take a turn, my beads of sweat drop onto the floor like a leaky tap. In these nightmares, there is always one repetitive character, the one who shatters my mind, the one who destroys every ounce of sanity that I have. It is the thing I fear the most, losing all of my sanity to the vivid dreams. Jolting up from resting, I can feel my heart pounding, pounding, pounding so quickly that my entire body goes numb, I cannot feel my arms or legs, its like they're dead weights, help me. SOMEBODY. HELP ME. I cannot defend myself, completely paralyzed I try to bury myself into my logic to protect the world. I stare intensely into its eyes and accept that I am not going to be able to block this. I relax and my distressed eyes roll back so I can see nothing but the comforting blackness of my eyelids. Madness. Madness overcrowds uncorrupt minds. My head erupts, the liquid gold is leaking, they are escaping and I cannot control it. It burns. BURNS.