Sleep Demon
In simplest terms I am a nightmare.
Pray! O—do not let us fall asleep!
Stop—and witness me cut your ego
Down to the bone where I shall feast
Upon the blood of your conscience as a
Vampire would until there remains
Nothing but the raw opened flesh
Of your shattered soul.
I am the voice in your head—
And we shall remain savage and
As one entity which weighs heavy
On your mind and punctures your
Sanity.
O—my darling—how I do love you so.
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