Each night I fall asleep with ugly thoughts

But I do not dream them

They wrap around me like insects

Bleeding me of peace

For each one that I crush, more are invited

Pained, but content in the darkness

Paranoid musings on disease and panic

Crumble towards the daylight

The small hours of dreamless sleep

Is really just a slice of death

Inside the wet comfort of home

The usual sounds distort into warnings

Regular patterns degenerate

Except for my pulse

I know I can survive

Any pain you may send me

I am so far away from here

I watch myself waiting

For another dreaded sunrise

Can you feel this?

I am submerged


I wrote this poem around 1996, and recently my band, THE SHRIKE, used it for the song Creeper in 2013.


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