I thought you were a figment of my imagination until you started coming by every night
I wish it was the pleasant cliché, somber love stories within the recess of the mind

No.

Malformed and determined to watch me struggle
Two timed tunnel vision display sets in, I can't move now
Kicking and screaming but his mouth is not moving
I am pronounced, for all of the dead to see
In limbo, torn apart at the seams

"I can't move, I'm paralyzed", I said
"Is anyone there...are you at the foot of my bed?"
"Yes", she said, smiling, contorted in tandem, glitching and flailing, laying on her side.

"Can you help me?", I said, "Just shake me, tap me on the shoulder", I've never felt so desperate.

Despite my distress, I wouldn't ask for the external discomfort of full bodied contact. I can't assume to know you, and guiding intelligence or are you a demon in disguise?

Rolling, swaying side to side
Gyration into the swelling of disenfranchised motif
She ignored my lack of assumptions

She is a violent storm, unrevised and no further lack of resolve

Fortified intensity aggravates the leering static

Louder and louder and louder and louder and louder and louder and louder.


I am awake now.


Assisted in this plight, I believe. How was it in her benefit to help me? Who was she? Why couldn't I move in the first place, and why can't I speak?

I am awake now
But she will visit me tomorrow
It's my sleep paralysis demon, and it's here to seduce me and I don't know how to get [out]