sleep

sleep
A Distant cousin to death
Giving false senses of security
He takes control
With spasms wracking your body
Until you are just a spirit with no home

Teetering on the edge of the boarder to heaven
He lets you Float on dreams of serenity
And then it happens

Hands wrap around your ankle
Nails biting into flesh,
Unfolding the bones from within
Inch by inch the hand pulls your leg
Forcing you across the boarder
Where you find yourself as the devils bed mate

He leaves your waking conscience with remnants still in your brain
Always taunting you
Leaving the full picture just out of reach

Still our souls yearn for sleep
Hoping for heaven
But always receiving hell