Dreams are Mice

Stars pin light



On eyelids rested



Dreams are mice



Mind infested











Ice chilled breeze



And I shiver



Numbing arms



‘neath hands quiver











A faceless form



Swims side ‘stead up



Drinking blood



Red spilling cup











Pointing down



Spidery finger



To my own



Unwelcome linger











Beckoning wordless



To muck and mire



Bidding me follow



On forced desire











Astounding steps



Remain undaunted



In reverie bound



Before unwonted







Cricket fiddle breaks



On rotund clearing



Silent savanna



Mid forest leering











Affixed in midst



Rigid standing



My host evanesce



Yonder landing











Still and dark



Enveloping rush



Breath nor wind



Shattering hush











Still….



Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh



Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….











THEN SHREIK! And moan!



Hellish bedlam!



From mud and grime



Rising dead come











Circling dancers



Greet Horror’s child



Rotting winds



Cackling wild











Rolling eyes



Burn echoed sin



Brown teeth sharpen



Ghastly grin











Voiceless wraiths rattling



Bone’s dead flesh



Draped o’r



Black Widow’s mesh











Round….round!



Dizzying caper!



Blistered soul



Cauterize rapier











Starved arms reach



Thirsty pant



Dead voices whisper



Nameless chant











Tick knotted hand



Won’t prolong



Reaching…snatching!



Mortal’s song











Shrieking chorus



Raw burned emission



Instrument mine



Throated musician











Fling away trance



Heart rushing to



Limbs fleeing



Lifeless stew











Cracked boot… Broken!



Striped cheek… Torn!



Whipped branch… Pokin’!



Knifing thorn!











Run… run…. RUN!



Only to turn



Back to death’s halo



Bloodless urn











Flying demon



Body not cope



No end! No Begin!



Never hope











Then yon hill



Rising breast



Slope dew-jeweled



Grassy chest











Travel exhausted



To sleep I lumber



Falling to



Damp ground’s slumber











Stars pin light



On eyelids rested



Dreams are mice



Mind infested

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i was reading alot of a certain horror writer when i wrote this poem... can you guess who?

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loved the rhymes and stanzas but was a little confused on what u meant