Dreams Of The Lost Poem by Caliban Hicks

Nights are always the worst
The ghosts come up the street in their herse
They come for your sanity
And stay for your suffering
You feel the cold creep in
Praying for forgiveness of sin
Forever it seems
You hold in the screams
Until the broken sobs
Come and rob your soul
Forever in the past
The dreams come last
After the staring
After the sobbing
After the writhing
Comes the dreaming

Dreams tear you in 2
Its all you can do
To keep from crashing
Into the great abyss
You can see the demons
Waiting for summons
To come and take you
Like him before you
Into the insanity
The insanity that grips like a vise
Dipped in the ice that runs through their veins
I am lost but you have cause
To fight these attacks
The dreams of the lost