Wake up,
Breathe and everything will be ok.
But I can’t move, what is this?
I’ve felt this before, I’ve been here before—yet.
I want to scream,
I need to scream and everything will be ok.
Is this a dream? Maybe sleep paralysis.
I’ve had this before, I’ve woken up before—yet.
All I can do is watch,
All I am doing is pretending that everything will be ok.
But as her blood continues to pool on the floor,
everything goes still and I don’t wake up.
I don’t know what to do,
I’ve never been here before.
The sleep demon
Comes by in the evening
When you should be dreaming
So why are you screaming?
You drift off to sleep
You start to feel weak
But then you can’t speak
Not even a squeak
A shadow appears
It wakes up your fears
It’s a fear that you recognize
It leaves your body paralyzed
No you can’t scream
you’re dead silent
You feel the weight
Of an invisible giant
It grabs you by the soul
Don’t let it take you whole
You’ve gotta fight it back
Before it fades to black
Because the sleep demon
Comes by in the evening
When you should be dreaming
So why are you screaming?
I didn't fill out any paperwork.
There was no memo, no consent form.
Just a nameless morning when the mirror refused
to acknowledge anything above my collarbone.
After that, people entered me carrying grief
in cardboard boxes. Pressed buttons
for floors that didn't exist.
A man from 4D requested the roof,
as if it were still an option.
On Thursday, a child in a yellow parka
whispered a song
I recognized from my sleep paralysis years.
It all arrived sticky and wrong
though I tried to hum along,
my cables winced.
By Sunday I was hosting more
than traffic. Something moved
inside the machinery, something
older than ballast or balance,
and it wouldn't stop licking the grease
from its own teeth.
It told me to smile more.
I jammed the doors.
hummingbird—
someone's mouth
in my throat
At 3:00am I found myself outside,
Mind was awake but flesh was in deep deep sleep,
A sense of ghostly presence-I couldn't see.
A heavy shadow weighed upon my chest,
All breaths and thought turned into a dreadful rest.
I felt cold, dumb and naive,
When someone close to me whispered my name.
A moment when couldn't even wail,
Couldn't speak and move even my eyelids refused to fall,
My shuddered bone marrow tried to move and hide,
But suddenly everything faded like an ephemeral cloud,
No one was there no suffocation no more fretful crowd.
I couldn't recognize was it a dream or real,
Like A lost page of a mysterious book that's never clear.
Somewhere curiosity sparked and knew what i lacked,
Intriguing isn't? Some call it's a biological( Rem paralysis)
And others a supernatural attack.
one half’s an arc the other a strobe ~ light becomes your coagulant
signals and synapses firing off sparks ~ try open eyes but you can’t
all bound together forming a dream ~ welded to the somnambulant
01.12.2019
I’m scared to sleep
Tonight scared of what I feel
When I fall asleep
I’m scared of this thing which I can’t tell if it’s real
Or not but when it’s around
I feel as if Mount Kilimanjaro is on my chest
I can’t scream I can’t move I’m like a mouse bound
In a lab I thought the reason to sleep is rest
But as for me
I’m compromised
Every time I see
This creature I’m paralyzed
Head to toes and the more I try to move
The more it tightens
Its grip I keep asking myself is it the roof
The door or the window it uses to creep in and frightens
Me to death I’ve tried to look hard into the dark
Thinking I’d see its face but all I see is nothing
While this happens Ginger doesn’t even bark
Nor come into the bedroom to rescue me from something
The whole experience takes less than a minute
But it feels like forever
The only part that moves are my eyes which I can’t forget
How rapidly they move up and down asking myself when will it be over
I’m scared to sleep tonight scared of sleep paralysis
Scared of what it possesses
As weakening as the sleep paralysis
You creep in unexpectedly
Making me weak everytime
Your words makes everything seem superfluous
Making me think I've not been alive till now
Your sweet tongue tames me
Your sultry eyes ignites a fire in my heart
Making my heart soft as the fur of a chinchilla
Sending shivers down my spine everytime
Your love rubs off on me
One could swear it's notoriously contagious
Because I've learnt from you
How to be a sweetheart
Emotions come and go like the weather
One day it rains, the next day comes snow.
Staring at her to get inspired.
Not knowing my time is expired.
Like a falling star, through the night.
This love got killed!
Wonders welded my passion, while pains get the prologue.
"Call on me", she mumbles, when I'm feeling lost or alone.
Even though her cold nature never changed.
If was set in stone, from just the voice of her tone.
Whispers echo through the room, but no one lets Casper in.
Promises were never broken, memories were never forsaken.
Sleep paralysis as if she wanted to meet me again.
Knowing myself, it was all in vain
Even when it was until death does us apart.
Carrion crow still played its role as if my time would be soon.
It always ends the same drenched in sweat and fear.
The pain of death always feels so real and near.
Stuck frozen in place, eyes wide.
It crawls around my room I'm paralyzed,
Eyes dart across the room horrified.
It reaches my bed where I lay in a death state
Nails dig into my shoulders as it leans in. I feel like bait.
My ears ring from the loud cries. It wants my soul.
Jokes on it, I'm ginger so I only have a black hole.
Released but not forgotten, I'll see it again tonight.
Assaulting me! The darkness comes to be
in devil’s guise. Phantom haunts my mind;
in sleep paralysis I cannot flee -
insanity bleeding through ruined rind.
I’m humbled now and at your merciless
whims and words afflicting by your whipping
cruelty I’d endured and what of this -
stranglehold of fear that is so gripping.
The trauma it inflicts does overwhelm
in present as it did in madness past,
as Hypnos slips me blackened nightmare’s realm
my sanity becomes a lone outcast.
Stalking specter and there’s no protections,
I’m the victim with my mind in confines,
house of mirrors broken your reflections;
antagonistic mania still shines.
My life with you; you’re still inside my head,
though self-destruction chose as your fare-well.
Subconsciously you infiltrate with dread
as incubus revenge becomes my Hell.
Susan Ashley
September 23, 2018
*Hypnos: the ancient Greek god of sleep*
Last night I dreamed I was being sexually assaulted. It was happening behind a big store sign set up on a sidewalk. The guy at first was just talking in a wheedling way about having to take care of a child and wanting my advice. I said I had none but he insisted on telling me all his boring ****.
I tried to leave from behind the sign but he grabbed my shoulders and was tossing me on the ground while grinding his face into my neck. I tried to yell but couldn't; tried to fight back but was paralyzed. Suddenly the natural sleep-paralysis broke and I threw myself forward, landing hard beside the bed, twisting a leg muscle pretty badly. I think it may be the first time I ever fell out of bed.
Mankind is suffering from sleep paralysis
Deep within the mind,
Living through a dream state
To reality they are blind,
Still but somehow moving
Like puppets on a string,
They need someone to rouse them
To let them know what’s happening.
But most are content with this dream state
No responsibilities for them
It’s always someone else’s fault,
When the nightmares start
And the dreams end.
People snore their way to oblivion,
Unconscious of the fact
Like in a sleep paralysis,
They are to afraid to act.
Held in place by something
Invisible to them
A state of passive obedience,
Stops them from understanding
That you can’t live your life through others
You must live it through yourself,
Be accountable for this gift
Like there is nothing else.
So awaken from paralysis
And live the life you should,
Of peace, harmony and compassion
If you only could,
Just awaken from that dream state
That’s holding you in place,
Spring forth from this quiet place
Spring forth with total grace
And declare your awakening
Conscious now once more,
And ready to fight the good fight
Against corruption, greed and war.
i feel true in prayer when i say gods name ,
but i have this one intruder who invades my dreams ,
i feel hypnotized and paralyzed as these years go on ,
i feel truly raped in my mind ,
this is a trap of ongoing circle of sleep paralysis ,
i get told to endure all this pain ,
this is not god that tests ,
this is satan trying to claim my death ,
pushing me on a ledge to no further ,
i once heard a preacher say god took my loved one for his own favor ,
but such things i refuse to believe,
a preacher as usual twisting true words ,
considering the man in red is the one who murders
Raven shadow
Hidden awaiting to attack
Touched with evil and dressed
All in black..
Chills of fear
Whisper's in your ears
Sends shivers down your
Spine
You toss and turn
Haunted within your sleep
Like a spirit almost out of
Time..
The sense of evil knocks
At your door
Echo's of footsteps
Dragging across your floor.
An evil presence just entered
Through Your door ..
' I wrote this year 1980
After a sleep paralysis.start of. Mind
Dreams can be entangled
Through something humans can't explain..
Shadow People
Date: Sun, Dec 13 2015 at 1:37 PM
I see Shadows
The Same as A Shadow that Runs Passes me
Are they After Me?
What do they see or think or feel?
What Spiritual Field?
What's their agenda?
I remember
The Shadow that Stalks me
But doesn't Talks to me
I remember the demon attacks
In my dreams an physical contact
The voice it spoke to try to Terror me
Had to pray to Jesus to be Freed
It wasn't sleep Paralysis
Cause I was conscious in Reality
Demons battle me
This world is not what it seems
But I'm not afraid of the Shadows that Bes
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