Wake me

My will is daunted

my dreams haunted

by the blight

that has taunted

me night for night

This vile beast

from hell released

terrorizing my brain

as devils feast

upon my mental pain

Every step taken

I wish to awaken

unsure if I sleep

then I may be mistaken

and the wounds are deep

The cold flow

of sanguine shadow

that Inch down slowly

are not tears of sorrow

but the blood of the unholy

The very souls of drear

who breath and bleed fear

whose laughter is insanity

and continue to near

Please wake me

© Jerry Langdon 2014