The Shriek Of Screaming Terror

I awoke from the nightmare
to find that the nightmare
was a different nightmare
than the sleeping nightmare.
I just thought he called.
He hadn't really called.
No one had really called.
The nightmare had called.
I always knew his voice.
In my sleep was his voice.
There was always his voice.
No choice just his voice.
It was the night of fear.
Life was all about fear.
No escape from the fear.
I learned how to fear.
First there was the rage.
It involved into more rage.
I rage against the rage.
I became one with rage.
Then came the violence.
All around me violence.
Abuse in the violence.
Broken in the violence.
The Bogeyman never hid.
The victims; they hid.
With the covers they hid.
With evasion they hid.
Maybe he will pass out.
I watched her pass out.
I saw bruises come out.
Turn that light out!
No sleep for this night.
No sleep ever at night.
A home; Sleepless night.
A night sleeps at night.