Mr.UnconsciousDarkness pulls its heavy blanket
Over my tired eyes
'sleep my child and
of things beyond this world
feel your thoughts succumb
pulse, is calm
the body, relaxes.
on a raft of elusive sensations,
give in to the forces of the imagination
and tear down the walls which imprison your mind.
My child, don't be afraid,
what happens is not real
You're still in control
Just not as you think
Ah, now, I have your attention,
your mind, your body and soul.
you've finally escaped to those
Say hello to your
Be still whilst he violates your being.