Dream thieves

 

As moonlight leaks

through creaking windows

in the lamented hours,

long after midnight,

hours when all

should be at rest.

The dream thieves break in.

Storming the nest.

Creeping through the shade,

keeping close to the walls.

Just shadows in the darkness.

Where they feel safest of all.

 

The inhabitants feel

the ice-cold drop of sweat,

the instinctive knowledge of threat,

but so tired and weak,

after hours have taken their best,

they just want to rest.

The sounds don't merely go bump.

In the night the sounds shout.

They are louder than

a bomb dropping on a glass floor.

The dream thieves

want you to fear, but more,

they want your dreams.

They have come

to steal your sleep.

 

The beings in the shadows

used to be wary,

for the night watchman

would make their lives

scary. For even

the dream thieves fear

his brimmed hat, the sounds that

strum from that guitar of his.

They shake in fear

when his name they hear.

Or they did.

But now the watchman is dead.

They can enter anywhere,

stealing the dreams

from your head.

 

They leave you empty, depleted.

Restful sleep has left the building,

all you now hold, is dread, knowing

that as you lay down your head

you won't see happy visions,

but a world of nightmares instead.

And more worryingly,

they are breeding

bringing more of these beasts

into our world

where they

will need feeding.

 

 

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Speak a nightmare

 

I want to speak to you

a nightmare,

it resides inside,

it aches in your mind.

The eerie residue

of a mysterious view.

The man who stands

crooked against a wall

when light leaves the room.

Just in the corner,

hidden under the gloom.

You won't see him if you look his way,

he fades into the shade,

only when you divert your gaze.

does this vision become less opaque.

 

I want to share with you a nightmare.

A dream, which got twisted

and then came true.

A dream that if you were there,

would leave you choking in dispair.

The man in the corner stands

picking strands from his gown.

He only hangs around

once the moon has gone down.

Under his hood, a distorted mask,

a scream etched in place,

a scream with no face.

A scream,

too real

to be a figment

of this dream space.

 

I want to share with you

a nightmare,

the man in the black gown

is well prepared.

He stalks his prey,

pouring through the darkness

like ink in a bathtub.

He watches both night and day.

If you see him move

in the dim light

it’s like a stuttering

strobing Xray,

all bones and decay,

jittering across the floor

like insects creeping

all over your doubt.

 

I want,

No.

I need

to make you aware.

The being in this nightmare

is standing right there,

just behind you.

Don't move an inch.

Don't breathe.

Don't let that

startled gasp leave.

Don't blink.

Don't think of running.

Just be as still as the dead.

Clear all thoughts from your head,

and even though you feel

a twinge in your chest,

don't breathe.

Don't.

 

 

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Only grey

 

There's a fog, it swirls around

clouding everything.

I'm a memory, clamped in its jaws,

just waiting for eternity to end,

or to send some company to my door.

There's a fog

blanketing my house.

If you leave

you never come back,

I've seen too many people

walk out of my life, into that cloud

waving goodbye,

to never return.

All I'm left

is a silent memory of the world outside

and a tear slowly falling from my eye.

 

In days, distant,

I saw that distinct fog

drifting in. It ate everything.

Devouring all that was sitting

between the horizon and me.

There were trees back then,

flowers grew and birds flew

way back when. Now there is just grey.

I saw it devastating the life I knew,

as it slowly crept up my street.

And then it stopped,

as it had my house in its teeth.

It held its state, it laid in wait,

I could hear it breathing

through the roof slates.

 

And now it sits,

this immovable cloud.

the wind I've heard roaring loud,

but the grey stain barely sways,

it has anchored itself in place,

A place it now stays

letting nothing in or out

apart from a few stray sun rays

and the sight

of the moon on good days.

 

There are times when

I can shine a light.

When my batteries are charged

I can enter the cloud,

like battling through thick cloying night.

On these rare occasions,

I venture out,

to find some life. To feel alive

for a few ticks of time.

Always checking my battery,

for if it runs out entirely

the fog will surely devour me.

 

There is a fog,

it holds me close.

Never letting go,

Never letting anyone through.

It seldom allows

happiness into my room,

It just clouds this place

in its thick grey air.

I look longingly

through windows

in despair,

expecting a view,

but all I see

is more of this gloom

consuming

what I once knew.

 

 

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