Sleep Paralysis

I don't like waking up

my bed feels like god's hands

shaking out dreams from my mouth,

every cry to wake up

but I cant.


Into the dark I proceed to stairs of rainbows,

ascending to glowing eyes of the creator.

Gazing at bleeding skies,

crying for the Earth's last siren.

Radioactive hills,

parched throats choke on purple smoke,

bodies falling through windows,

whispers from dead bones.



gasping for air...

drops of sweat trickling from my head to my eye

was like lava to the burning jungle.

Shifting visions of shadows from glacial deserts.

Sandstorms of lost poems.

Old friends you'd meet in your dreams

told you the End of the World was to come.


"STOP SHAKING!"

I said frantically..

but no one heard me I was a barren field of molten rocks.

Infected pelicans

eating dried possums.



No one will understand my sleep paralysis

but my friend told me I could die If I chose to keep going.

Keep venturing to the unknown

To my walls that were circus windows.

I'd crawl the grounds trying to find gold .


You can't blame a soul who only wanted more.