Vulnerability of The Brain


Narcolepsy.
It's time to sleep.
Hallucinations occur.
Pazuzu and his friends are at my door.
Hypnophobia, I'm in fear.
The time for phenomenon is here.
I am sleeping, but I am walking;
held hostage in an entity stalking.
There's a draft leaking but not from the window sills,
and a vague visual of the "invisibles".
Within REM I can see them,
but paralysis keeps me still.
In front of me, they hold a mirror.
The reflection makes me ill.
Blood is pouring from both cores,
black engulfs my eyes.
I scream, I kick, I try to fight;
but this night terror has me tied.
I am lucid but impaired.
Never, was I ever this scared

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