Sleep Paralysis

December 27, 2018

I watched him turn the hands of time slowly.

My soul held on to me by withered threads

And my bones weakened, I was damned, surely.

With stinging eyes that cried different reds,

I begged for the forgiveness that was gone.

He tilted his head, a smile on his lips.

He said a few words, my soul just a pawn.

A game of lives, just his apocalypse.

He twisted the ring upon his finger,

I watched through bulging eyes, the horror set.

I saw, for a moment, sadness linger.

My hands grew cold and turned deep violet.

As he watched me take a shallow, last breath,

He whispered, ‘Forgive me, for I am Death.’

I open my eyes, fearing what was hidden.

My sight worked well, but my limbs stayed still.

The demon sat in the corner, unbidden.

He spared me as a child, now he had a desire to fulfill.

I couldn’t move or shout, I could only stare.

He made his way across the room, ticking the whole way.

My eyes blur from tears. I should have been more aware.

I can feel my fingers twitching, I watch the creature decay.

It’s time to focus on my breathing now.

The tears blink away and I clench my fist.

“But you are not safe, this I won’t allow”

The demon mutters. He is gone, as if he didn’t exist.

The demon is back, and he’s come to get me.

But as long as I can resist, then I am free.

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