Do you ever feel nightmares are handmade?
A cruel intelligence behind them,
A sculptor of fears,
Tied to our minds like a parasite,
Cognizant of our weaknesses,
Finding joy in our panic,

Horrifically creative,
And wickedly persistent,
Our sculptor fashions every horror,
Under the red moon,
I see them,
In my throes,

Spectres of all styles,
Screaming and weeping,
A leap of death,
You can’t avoid,
A tide of necrotic flesh,
Gnashing fangs and claws,

An endless watery abyss,
That holds myriad evils,
An unravelling yarn,
Rippling like a beating heart,
A terrible dark shape,
Blades following you through the halls,

I awaken a pitiable thing,
My veins become cascades of ice,
Have I escaped?
Please wake me,
Drag me from this thing,
This sculptor of fears.

Comments
  1. I have wondered the same and you have taken the words out of my mouth, but my words would have just been a shiver and a groan. Thank you, love your poetry. ❤️

  2. Such a lively description of nightmares.Enjoyed reading it.

  3. I fear that this is one of the best poems I’ve read today!)) Well done! By the way please join my blog too, if you find it interesting – let’s grow together!😊

  4. Tamara says:

    Profound poetry!

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