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Mister S

While the Wolf Moon rises

By AphoticPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Mister S
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Mr. Sandman

What are you doing to me

This is not what I wanted

When I asked for a dream

This is a nightmare

And it’s stealing my breath

If you don’t wake me up

It’s gonna scare me to death


Wash the sand out of my eyes

Remove this weight from my chest

Wake me from this bed of lies

Give my aching soul a rest

From angels spitting in my face

Monstrous gods laughing

Lying cold in death's embrace

Dimensions overlapping


My lover lays me down to sleep

Smiling like a bride

On sheets of cold earth six feet deep

Shoveling dirt inside

No eulogy or prayer

No farewell lullabies

Only laughter, cold and cutting

Through the red tape of my mind


Mr. Sandman

Don't bring me a dream

These movies in my head

Are becoming obscene

You have the power

To change what plays on the screen

But I’m starting to think

You love the sound of a scream


It’s always darkest before the dawn

Unless I’m dreaming at noon

I’m tired of the demons my brain tends to spawn

When I’m asleep in my room

The kind that wake me up in a sweat

With feelings of impending doom

I dread to see what the sandman will conjure

During the upcoming full moon🌕

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  • J. S. Wadeabout a year ago

    Oooo. Good poem ! Love the alliteration. 🥰

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