Watchers wait for slumber to set in, patiently
as skies shape shift in preparation.
Heaviness on chest mistaken for heartburn
while particles penetrate whites of eyes.
Ache ignored, weather assumed responsibility
yet foundation moves silently with agenda.
Needle pricks numbed by saliva saturation
under exposed fragile flesh on feet.
Infection makes home where heart lives,
buried next to vein filled with essence.
Sadness~ confused state the culprit,
reality blinds mind of past.
Skin sheds tension stress related,
feeds mites till they engorge and vomit.
Hair follicles cannot appease them anymore~
tiny burrows made, mapped on body.
Sleep and astral travel with light luggage
but know dead play games of Life.
Noise trapped, walls amplify screams
that pierce drums in ears cockroaches seek.
They hiss, squirt excrement down open mouths
when a yawn beckons in middle of night.
Eight legs spin webs to capture hot breath,
lay eggs to capture bile stomach contents.
Fear does not compute nor does Help Me,
catatonic playground for Soul searching.
Nightmares regurgitate twenty four seven,
at work, at home and in desired peaceful meditation.
Fingers opened Pandora’s Box to secrets surfaced
with paranoia of defeat on string, fish hooks imbedded.
Maggots squirm and watch intestines writhe,
bait and switch under contaminated bath water~shower.
Stalker behind back, invisible to others view
when alone is assumed, company draws near.
Tuck memories in bed, kiss goodnight paradise
in a molded box self sealed,
hole on top for cracked straw to breathe.
[ Sweet Dreams are Made of This ]
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OH my GOSH, Desire... you rock the dark world here! 
