jumped into my bed for a beauty sleep waiting for a sweet breeze to sing lullaby in the silence of conjugation of night and dream rapid eye triggering the dark aura around something tucked under the linens of bedsheet crawling slowly on my cold body clawing against my weak limbs the shadow choking my act of resist am paralysed by the undeafeatable force a whisper died in the screams of my soul it strives for the extra beat of my heart after all craving for its prey,the fear some call it paranormal! I call it a sleep paralysis
Falling asleep deeper and deeper reality fading within my slumber, clearer and clearer it would become the dream I’d dream. So in this reality now I’d be. So which is real the dream I’d dream or waking up from where
The dome has collapsed. You walk in fire on the eve of exhuming yourself, picking up the pieces of humming life. Eye to eye, the patience was wearing thin, fears had positioned themselves, at the doors, snarling. A mass grave
When moon rises in the sky, and the dark night gets darker. When silence is the all that surrounds, and in the middle, howl of hounds. When people sleep, but their dreams awake, when reality hides and rises the fake.