The Devil And The Paralysis1 min read
Why can’t I move?
Why can’t I talk?
Are these demons with me even when I walk!
My breath is out! But how?
Am I dying? But why now…
I fight to regain control;
I fight for freedom…
From this un-explained feeling,
Holding me still, paralyzing.
I dread the time when I have to sleep,
For I know the time has come again for the devil to creep,
But that’s not my only fear,
It’s the windows closed only partially,
And the doors just open tantalizingly,
That gives me the dreaded ghastly thoughts,
That gives me the devilish hallucinations…
Fearful images spin as I lay wide awake on my bed,
Fearful images made from the darkest corner of my head,
What if the devil catches me in my sleep!
Catches me in the dark, slays me with no injury mark…
What if the devil catches me in my sleep?
Catches me even in the day!
And you call my name…
And I don’t respond,
And away you walk…
And you can’t hear my voice,
As I try in vain to talk…
What if I am dead? And my death leaves no clue!
What if the devil that sits on my chest begins to stalk you?