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[Beastly Decimal]

Sickly, Sweetly Dreaming

On a cold and sleepless night
When my fond fantasies elude
Eyes burning, tossing, twitching
Yearning for what I cannot have
A pale moon sits and chuckles
Laughing at a monster's plight
Restlessly, I'm turning
The night is oh so cold
In my anguish I am standing
Pacing, shouting at the ceiling
Begging sympathy from He
Knowing he won't grant it to me
Cast alone, stranded
In the frightening waters of the waking
Cast alone and shackled
With no prospect of escaping
Restlessly, I'm walking
Footing dark and tired roads
Don't know where I'm going
One foot before the other
With orange eyes my stalker waits
With folded claws, he sits
With black fur and a mouth of knives
He watches me exist
Soon he finds me running
Tearing down the dusty streets
Don't know where I'm going
Wouldn't know if I got there
My eyes are getting heavy
I know this isn't fitting
Presently I'm standing
Then, quite suddenly, I'm sitting
I glance at the obstruction
Above me stands a man
No eyes, no ears, no nose, no hair
No skin, no feet, no hands
The monsters swarm, and now I know
I know that I am sleeping
On my cot, glued in spot
Sickly, Sweetly Dreaming.

[Armchair Educated]

Tho dreaming you find the monsters a reflection of your self,
is it just a bad dream or should you question your mental health.
sympathy for your self should now be easier to give,
forgiveness of sin and in a brighter world you should now live.
you thought the monster weak and your virtue stronger,
but you cant hold out against tooth and claw for much longer.

[Still Waters]

Well done to both of you