The voices that call you into sleep

with a ringing bell, they come with the wind

fall with the moon, soft spoken hum

with the soundless stars beating in time with your breath

like burning yarns of intuition

that rock you into the dark beyond

that throw your eyes back into your skull

with the lapping mysteries coming up from the deep

the crashing as your mind drifts in upon its self

and rushes out with the rattling of your eyelashes

begging for sweet release, the shells that bicker underneath

they long for freedom, they long to dream

raised hands, breaching opening palms

dusky petals, a thorn, a harp striking the higher cords

intrusive wing, claws, a defenseless scream

rigged features expanding to docile flight

dead gleaming eye turning under a deceitful wand

worthless cast hanging in mid air, turned to stone

this is how far sleep penetrates beyond your life

your troubled tomb

before the burdens pass the line

cross over into nightmare symbolism

jolting you awake with the crashing riptide

dark blankets of wreckage

spoiling your wishes for peace

you just want the demons of mind to bend

to break with the night in coils of sweat

to leave well alone and embrace the freedom of flight

instead of staring at this cold damp floor

the hatred of inward eyes floating

hallucinating your own migraine in hybrid form

cowering in devouring shadows

curled up spine on a sickening loop

dancing stream of matted feathers, growing raven wings

the poisonous roots bring execution of soul

too much suffering to contend with to reach victory

to sit below the rainbow of the crowded fantasy land

rejected into muted madness

a throbbing decline of stability