I'm sure the demons are laughing
Their evil little horns off
As I haunt the house at night.
In my bed I toss and turn
As they torment me
Till I'm tanlgled in damp sheets.
Leave Me Alone!
Let me SLEEP!
I want to screem into the dark.
Tickled by my torture they gigle
From the corners of the bedroom.
I'm going mad, aren't I?
I pray.
I pray for peace and calm.
I pray for sleep.
They laugh as if my pleas are punchlines.
These invisible menances screatch with mirth.
I've gone crazy, haven't I?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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