Horror within

they are now residing under my bed.

In the deep of night I hear them plan,

my mind they keep,

some how they can.

I fight these voices every night,

my brain it swirls with shock and fright.

I know it when i lose the battle,

my bed post starts to shake and rattle.

I hear them laugh and whisper stuff,

I close my eye and sigh a huff.

I drift to sleep...at least I think,

the voices have given some relief.

In sixteen hours it will happen again,

the nightmares start will they ever end.

I heard em say there here to stay,

you are our host come what may.

When i finally wake to the sun of morn,

my brow still wet from the night before.

I think out loud to much dismay,

I lived to see,