Sleepwraith

Eyes shut tight… it still finds me.

No peace. No night. Just memory.

It crawls through cracks in REM-state void,

Feeding on the sleep destroyed.

A shadow stitched in old regret,

Breathing truths I can’t forget.

Limbs go numb — I cannot scream,

Frozen in this broken dream.

Its voice is mine, but laced with ice,

Repeating guilt as sacrifice.

I beg the dark to leave me whole,

But it just whispers what I stole…

Sleepwraith, you haunt my breath,

A parasite that mimics death.

You wear my face, you know my name —

And feed me back my hidden shame.

Sleepwraith, you never tire,

You forge your throne in neural fire.

Each time I fall, you rise again —

A demon dressed in phantom skin.

It counts the seconds that I lost,

And dreams in echoes, sharp as frost.

Behind my lids, it builds a cage,

Constructed from my buried rage.

No rest remains, no silence near,

Only the shape of sleeping fear.

The darker thoughts I push away…

It makes them live. It makes them stay.

I can’t wake up

I can't descend

There’s no escape

It has no end…

Sleepwraith, you wear my pain,

A godless ghost inside my brain.

You twist my nights into decay,

And turn my light to disarray.

Sleepwraith, I see you clear —

You are the voice behind the fear.

But even if I break your spell…

I dream in you… I sleep in hell.