AbuseTwisting, turning, thoughtful thinker.Abuse11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Struggle in bed, don't go to sleep,
Close your eyes, don't make a peep.
He is back and hunting his ground.
Open your slits through which you see,
A life at its conception.
The tear of pain open for all but me.
Thrust up your arm, escape.
Wailing, moaning, flashing, speed.
A life time of torment ends in pain.
Eternally yours, forever mine,
An alternate reality down the white lane.