Bit creepy tbh

Her dreams take flight when night time falls

with broken wings and gaping mouths

on flesh most plump and pink they feed

and restless to her breast return.


In those dark moments where dread lives

they feed on dreams of lies,

betrayal, envy, pain and grief.

Fat bellied, red eyes wild.


Each tender morsel on her lips

they live to feed her wrath

and wild she calls into the night

and summons to her halls.


The lost, the damned, the incomplete

the broken and the doomed

and in her arms and cold caress

they cease, to dream no more.



Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

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