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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Comments (1)
Oooo. Good poem ! Love the alliteration. 🥰