When I close my eyes,
they come to me,
pulling,
tugging,
stripping,
cutting,
Featureless ,
void of solid state,
the swirling matter black,
torments and tortures.
Each breathe I take
heavier than the last,
my aching lungs crushed
by their invisible, unbreakable grasp.
There is no noise,
they do not speak,
these formless demons
drain my life,
until i'm weak.
What happens next,
I do not know,
I could not say,
my conscious state leaves me,
it never does stay.
I have no wounds,
there are no scares,
despite the abuse
that goes on for hours.
The pulling,
tugging,
stripping,
cutting,
tearing at my flesh,
at my breathe,
at my soul.
Ripping at my heart,
gouging through my mind,
there is no visible trace
these demons leave behind.
At the end of the day,
when I turn out the light,
and climb into bed,
tiredness and sleep I fight,
I know they are waiting,
anticipating.
Have to stay awake,
or my bones
they will break,
the swirling matter black,
that confuses and abuses,
its destroying me!
©spor
