Madness

Like a serpent

I felt it slither

across my chest,

terrified, paralyzed,

this fear driven to insanity

while the creature

relentlessly crept

over my bed.

 

It visited nightly,

would have screamed,

but was frozen by panic.

 

Morning illumined

the shadows of my head,

then exhaled the images.

 

The ghouls

grew faces before my day,

left only to script them

as my defense,

poet born by the cesspool of dreams,

never knew they were prophetic.