Nightmares

Night is falling, the streetlamps shining through my window
I feel the tingle of the shadows on my neck
my heart begins to race

I feel the coming on of the nightly terror
the utterly incapacitating fear of solitude
I'm alone
but still
the worst is yet to come

The slithering creatures emerge from my mind
mere delusions that only I see
but they are terrifyingly real

Grasping my heart in an iron vice
they kill me again
and again
until my deaths number in hundreds
and still I cannot escape

The horrible feeling of no control
no hope
no life
and even worse
it is all my fault

For from my very own thoughts are these demons spawned
and from my thoughts they cannot escape
and so
I suffer
again
and again
and again