If Only Asleep

There is that time, that moment, that which is the ending of waking hours.
To wipe the slate clean, chalking up another day of choice and action.
Casting aside cloth to clean, to eat, to sleep, to dream…

Demons and dragons; terror of night horror; butchers covered in blood, and clowns…
Darkness sure to harbor fears while neglecting the day.
A living nightmare with only sleep to provide escape.

To be a killer is more than decision, bred from a source of evil called 'pure'
Walking the daily streets to touch souls in need; rape: to plant the seed.
Impregnated in friend and total stranger, the gift from the father of Darkness…
Death goes by many names.

Growth by day until the poisonous vine strangles as inside body and soul rises to my need:
Cancer, suicide, evil thoughts, mental illness; horrific? Only to those implanted.
Yes, it is true, this hope of escape and hoping to wake refreshed, only…

To wake inside, embalmed, preserved forever
Locked inside a casket, buried deep
Eternal torment now without even the comfort of
scream…

Sleep well child, for now you too are chosen,
Mind assaulted,
Seed planted.
Sweet dreams.

R.I.P.

Robin B. Lipinski claims to be addicted to writing. It helps that his good dreams are other people's nightmares. There is not much to know about him other than he shares this planet with you and others.

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