Personal Demons

Forms of placid alarming white

fingers long and thin

hunched backs for dodging and reeling

blood spatters their maniacal grin

As swift as a shadow

and as sharp as a knife

Demons of fear

ready to take a life

When the last chime is heard

and lightening flashes

a message scratched on the wall

leaving blood red gashes

Without reading, it means

Something of ill disposition

"We are everywhere" they say

Tormenting me in my superstition

My personal demons

My unwelcome entourage

Keeping me awake

in subtle espionage

 I wrote this because last night I had an image come up in my dream. It happened in an instant, and I couldn't fall back to sleep. I had this overwhelming sensation that these things that I saw were still there. Not in the room or even in reality, but in my dreams--In the darkest recessess of my mind lies a fearful aspect that I don't know what to do with--I eventually had to imagine people were there with me so that I could fall asleep.

This is the first dream I have remembered since I was nine. I wish I hadn't.