Bound by the shackles of sleep
As venom crawls through my veins
Drowning in the terrifying deep
Dragged down by night’s black chains
I sleep, but there’s no rest
Another fight, but now I’m helpless
I fail the most important test
All I see, frightening and senseless
Reality slides through my grasp
The monsters are closing in
Babbling voices a rusted rasp
Bloody claw marks show where they’ve been
My mind more twisted with each turn
It seems there’s no way out
Locked inside, I watch myself burn
To this chaos, a slave devout
Terror-trapped in a bloody rut
The wounds they cause
No simple paper cut
Not easily fixed with gauze
Darkness and horror: madness and strife
A nightmare painting, shadows and gory light
Running through hell to save my life
My only option, a cliff’s edge flight
Behind me, I can feel their breath
I know I’ll never leave alive
Either way lies certain death
One last breath: I take the dive
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Please don't take the dive, my slave devout! ! ! An excellent portrayal of deep inner struggle, very good.... There are so many lines i like in this....