Unknowing, unafraid, unaware
of the inescapable nightmare
as I slip off into that silent
death called sleep, I hear the familiar rush
of shadows and dreams haunting me.
Beyond closed eyes and unhearing ears
I am a prisoner of my fear.
As I lie unmoving, the shadows,
secretly shrouded by their own darkness,
stare with their piercing eyes into my soul.
And I hear the cackle and screeching,
Feel the chilling coldness in my chest.
My demons have returned.
