Poem -
Daemons
The daemons always come at night,
out of the shadows, away from the light.Â
They leave me screaming, pleading in my head
as IÂ lay still and silent in my bed.Â
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.Â
They shroud me in their shadow of death,
as I struggle to take each and every breath.Â
I'm aware that I am sleeping, yet I cannot wake.Â
Little do I know that when I do, I'll realize it wasn't fake.Â
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Comments
Hi  Lilly This is scary it reminds of when I was in my teens havingÂ
sleep paralysis it was a feeling like waking up deadÂ
 where i could nt move, scream, speak, just awful
I m probably way off still a Great write!
Best Wishes Debs xx
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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. Â Sometimes it happens after watching a horror film!!Â
I enjoyed reading this!!Â