Posts Tagged ‘sleeping’

I slept,

I lost my teeth last night,
They were taken by little hands,
Shadowy hands,
Teeming from every nook and cranny,
Of this shaded cell,
A host of impish incubi,

I stirred,

I can’t fight back,
Sleep paralysis,
The image of the hag holds me down,
My eyes simply spectate,
This sinister comedy,
The hands mock my seeming,

I woke,

I need my teeth,
For without them,
How am I to entertain the guests?
The lords and ladies,
The drunkards and jezebels,
I’ll be a waking pariah,

I cried.

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.

Last night,
In the early hours,
As the candles began to gutter,
Even as my eyes grew heavy,
And the evenings ale wore off,

I had a totally sane gab,
A completely lucid discourse,
With one of the voices,
Inside my cranium,
Or maybe several,

Voices of all pitches,
Their words cut into me,
Dark blades of tongues,
The points they raise are evil yet compelling,
I’m not fit for society,

The moon tried to interrupt,
Drawing me towards sleep,
Its song couldn’t be dampened,
Much to my minds dismay,
The voices continue their assault,

Sleep was no escape,
A failed escape attempt,
The voices followed,
The debate raged on,
In my nightmares.

Sleep has become a storm recently,
A tumultuous time,
Hurricanes of colour,
Bizarre images abound,
Perhaps call it a brainstorm,

Thunderbolts of sudden pictures,
Blinding shots of emotion,
Parodies of realities,
Both imagined and real,
I stir at every crack,

Colours take on shapes,
That I don’t really understand,
Dreams of lovers and killers,
Of monsters and smiles,
Conversations with people who don’t exist,

I begin to feel myself shiver,
The winds grow ever stronger,
I hope to survive the night,
I hope to awaken anew,
After the storm.

So i woke up yesterday morning (Well i say morning, i believe it was actually about 1 pm) and turned over to Lee, who had also just woken up. You see, we often have these silly little conversations about how our sleep was and also whether we remembered any dreams we may of had.

On this occasion Lee actually had remembered one of her dreams. She did more often than me. Always.

The dream she described was both pretty creepy and awesome at the same time. Lee described being given a pumpkin as some kind of gift. That’s bizarre to begin with, but it gets stranger. She said that the pumpkin kept feeling like it was moving slightly. After a while the pumpkin sprouted 6 legs, akin to a crabs and started messing up the house. Lee said she somehow expected it to sprout two arms complete with crab claws.

How very bizarre, it’s not even Halloween anymore.

The whole reason i decided to hurriedly write a whole blog post about it is simply because of the image it conjured in my head. The image, or something close to it, is the picture i drew here.I think it’s interesting how a description of a fictional creature or object, however vague, can conjure up images like this. I love it!

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I know i’m no artist!