Poem -
Daemons
The daemons always come at night,
out of the shadows, away from the light.
They leave me screaming, pleading in my head
as I lay still and silent in my bed.
I feel their claws rake my back
and sense their souls, consuming and black.
A sheen of sweat covers my skin
like their foul bodies dripping in sin.
They shroud me in their shadow of death,
as I struggle to take each and every breath.
I'm aware that I am sleeping, yet I cannot wake.
Little do I know that when I do, I'll realize it wasn't fake.
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Comments
Hi Lilly This is scary it reminds of when I was in my teens having
sleep paralysis it was a feeling like waking up dead
where i could nt move, scream, speak, just awful
I m probably way off still a Great write!
Best Wishes Debs xx
You are actually spot on Deb!! However this kinda has some truth to it. A few years ago I woke up and was in sleep paralysis yet I felt this dark presence and felt like it was hugging me tight and wrapping its arms around me and clawing at my back and when I was finally able to make myself move I was sweating like I'd never had before and had scratch marks all over my back. And to this day I've never felt that dark presence ever again that I used to feel constantly before that night. So I have no clue what it was but that was a scary night. I'm glad you liked it!! :))
xxxxLily
Hi Lily, nice flow of words,##I think I had that same nightmare a long time ago ## I woke up and made a sign of a cross ## it never happened again ## just say your midnight prayer,it helps. Sometimes it happens after watching a horror film!!
I enjoyed reading this!!