Sleep In Peace

lying cold and steal, so he wont feel me move. I don't know what he would do if he knew I was awake. If he would grumble to the sound of my voice, and yell at me till my body would shake. Oh how I fear him. His voice rages through my mind, like an echo of the devil that's not far behind. He reads my thoughts and whispers my name. He holds my hands and will never let me leave. He opens doors, waiting for me to walk, then slams them before I run out he teases me unconditional and laughs when I pout. He glows in the misty moon light. he sleeps on my bed, he rapes me in the morning, and leaves bursas between my legs. I can't see him, I do not know when he's coming. He follows me with his silent foot steps and I can only since his strength. His presents is dark, and gloomy. He is the fear that sleeps, He is my eyes that weep. He grows, deep inside of me, and I often hear his moans. He runs his fingers through my skin and comes in from my toes. He possesses me, and is obsessive. And no one believes he lives in me. But they aren't the ones that's living in fear of my ghost. He cuts my wrists and drinks my blood he calls to me and I must come he controls every move I make he watches when I undress And I can't get away from this monster that's in my head, I wish he would go back under my bed and let me sleep in peace. Written December 5th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 07:41 AM PST, Shelly   0 • 1