ego vereor somnus

you lay awake.
your mind about to break,
and the alarm rings,
you cringe, afraid of what the night brings.

you hear the creaks,
you see the freaks,
you see the talking shadows,
dead and bleeding meadows.

you see the bloody clown,
you hear him moan,
you see him come closer,
with his big and shiny cleaver.

and through all this,
your parents sleep,
not having given you, your last kiss.

and then it gets dark,
silence surrounds you, your mind doesn't bark.

suddenly you wake,
its morning, you sigh for your own sake,
but you lay there still,
because you know full well,
that the night will come,
bringing your worst fears and then some.