Midnight Demons

by: Bienvinido Ranario III

When I only hear silence there are these voices speaking at me in chorus. As the room filled by darkness It echoes, the silent tears burst into deafening quietness. Sweet and broken dreams share the same bed Quiet noise, unvarying rhythm of quintessential nightmares. Deep down in my head I wonder how far I had wandered in my reverie. The shadow's lullaby is keeping me awake, devouring my whole being. Is this an after effect of being afraid to daylight and being complacent to the night? Or some sort of circadian disturbance? I contemplated. How ironic that it now haunts me.

There I was, wide eyes open in the witching hour translucent veil confide the questions I fear to ask. Tracing the pattern of thoughts that I only have for midnight. How tranquil it would be to sleep deeply than slumber?

I wish there's someone who would accompany me, tell me "Let's be scared together" Elevenses of euphoria is what I prayed for. Yet these midnight demons came to hold without form and as the surging darkness flows it will soon flood and drench my soul, as if a new entity is awake when Im asleep forging an incarnate and surpass my vessel. An entity fragment of your own