I lay as still as can be. Sleep threatens to overtake me. My body becomes limp and lifeless. I try to breathe deeper. But the breaths won't come. I feel the fear creep all over me. As I lay in silence. Chained to the bed by an unnatural force. My dreams float through my unconsciousness. Falling, dreaming, sleeping. Yet frozen stiff. As if I'm dead. Not a move can I make. But for some reason I like this. I want to stay. Not an effort made to overcome the darkness. Just laying, body lifeless. Silence. Fear as thick as a smoke cloud. Choking the life out of me. Yet a smile upon my face. As I realize the time has come. To end my pain. And the dreams I'm made from.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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