Coffin Dreams

In the still of night, shadows crawl,

whispering secrets of a broken world.

Loneliness wraps its fingers around my throat,

tightening with each breath,

Oh what a cruel lover.

Demons stir in the corners of the rooms,

their eyes glinting with malice,

their laughter a stuttering symphony,

scraping against the walls of my mind.

They come closer, with them, dread,

their steps a rhythm of despair,

each footfall echoing the hollow beats

of a heart lost in the new void.

Their voices rise in a chorus,

a hymn of horror, dark and relentless,

inviting me to join their twisted revelry,

promising solace in the depths of madness.

I feel their presence,

a suffocating shroud,

their touch cold, cruel,

carving paths of fear into my flesh.

Midnight is a predator,

its darkness a maw,

gaping wide to consume

the fragile light within me.

I see their faces, twisted and grotesque,

mirrors of the agony they bring,

their smiles cruel mockeries,

promising pleasure in pain.

They wait, these fiends of night,

their patience a torment,

knowing I am weak, alone,

a plaything for their cruel games.

The darkness thickens,

a living entity growing in hunger,

its tendrils wrapping around my soul,

pulling me into my coffin.

Their song, a haunting lullaby,

echoes in my ears,

a melody,

a siren call to oblivion.

And I, trapped in this night,

with only demons for company,

feel the weight of their whispers,

the cruelty of their laughter,

as they wait for me to join the dance,

to succumb to midnight’s sweet embrace,

And nail me into my final resting place.