a reminder from my subconscious mind
if only you had been so lucky to have me be your worst nightmare
to have the privilege of having me around only at night
if i became unbearable you could just
wake up
in a cold sweat nonetheless
but not drowning
not gasping for air
kicking without aim
without a surface to reach
sleep paralysis could be favourable
the demon at the end of your bed can stare
it can sit on your chest and suffocate you
but with me you’ll be praying that you’ll choke
taking in what could be your last breath
and refusing to let it go
while i prod at your lungs
and press my thumb on your esophagus
the demon can’t break your skin like i do
it can’t crack your ribs and wrap itself with the last remaining strands of sanity running through your veins
i’ll freeze your bloodstream
and make you forget what it was like to be warm
and as you lay there
frost bitten to the core
you will long for the demon to perch upon your chest
and thaw out your frozen soul.


















