Incubus.


 Incubus
  
 Life of constant bad thoughts
 crawling around my mind
 waiting to accommodate 
 my loss of control 
 why I fear my sleep time
 that is never inhabited 
 with good dreams
 only a constant 
 nightmare reality.
  
 Struggling to stay awake
 always losing the battle
 despite the pills.
 I try to grip reality.
 Failure, 
 drifting away
 into deep slumber
 of mystical shrouds 
 swirling in the creeping
 envelopment of darkness. 
  
 The demon surfaces
 revisiting my body.
 Dark red eyes piercing,
 cauterising mind control
 as he takes my soul
 on his nightly inhabitation,
 of pleasure, that I only know
 in this orgiastic world
 controlled by the Incubi.
  
 © Carol Robson 

Incubi by Carol Robson.


Incubi

Life of constant bad thoughts
crawling around my mind
waiting to accommodate
my loss of control
why I fear my sleep time
that is never inhabited
with good dreams
only a constant
nightmare reality.

Struggling to stay awake
always losing the battle
despite the pills.
I try to grip reality.
Failure,
drifting away
into deep slumber
of mystical shrouds
swirling in the creeping
envelopment of darkness.

The demon surfaces
revisiting my body.
Dark red eyes piercing,
cauterising mind control
as he takes my soul
on his nightly inhabitation,
of pleasure, that I only know
in this orgiastic world
controlled by the Incubi.

© Carol Robson 2014