• Nightmare

    With darkest night comes sleep and strife,
    And sweetly grinning ghosts slipping through my gaze.
    I lie on the edge of the subconscious,
    Balancing dreams.
    Lightning flashes like pain through my head,
    Skeleton fingers tangled in my hair.
    Death, I fear,
    Death is dragging me down.
    A scythe leans against my windowpane -
    Is it not time for it to fall?
    Like breaking the surface of water,
    I awaken from my flickering slumber.
    But in the doorway,
    Death leans carefully,
    Watching me with socketless eyes.