Fever Dreams

 

Nightmares and scream-states.

Head in a blender, turned to full

like some demonic milkshake

or a coke can that’s been shook up

and someone has opened the ring pull.

 

Fever dreams and icy cold screams,

my head in blinding headlight beams.

My body cold but I've got the sweats,

mind Spinning like a washing machine in a launderette.

 

Scary visions and horror scenes,

packed in my head like sardines.

Rapid fire, mental projections,

machine gun reflections.

Pulsing, pounding,

the insides of my head.

Screaming,

when I should be sleeping soundly instead.

 

Burning hot, but I'm shivering,

chills on my skin, sweat pouring

like a snake slowly slithering.

All the images that I see

are tormenting me.

In fast forward, stop motion

like I've been given a nightmare potion.

 

Flipping pages, the visions skip

take me on a nightmare trip.

Everything feels so vivid and real,

down to the zombies, trying to make me their meal.

I wish I didn't need to close my eyes,

but I need this sleep to recuperate and re-energise.

 

 

Thanks for reading

Peace, Love and Poetry

Kyle