The witching hour comes
Creeping in the darkness
I lay here in silence,
While intrusive thoughts go
When everything is still.
Straining for blissful sleep Haunting.
The ghosts pervade my mind,
Speak softly in my ears:
Yet you are standing still.
Tick tock, time is slipping My lips remain shut, but
Inside my skull I am
Screaming.
Torment upon torment,
Every wicked thought
Thrashing through the night,
I hear their voices still
The graveyard of my thoughts
Sheets laying askew, Cursing.
Awakens when I sleep.
To tear apart my mind.
I wait for light of dawn,
The dead ascend again
STILL
Scares me out of slumber.
But I am still here. Praying. x
Intrusive Thoughts of an Insomniac
ART by CELINE JEONG WORDS by HAYLEY VANDERMAARL
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