Troubled Sleep

Troubled Dreams


The deepest darkest time
When you have no control
Its almost as if
Someone's after your soul
You close your eyes
And pray for sleep
But thats when they come
No matter how deep
The demons of the dark
With their hideous glare
Waiting for your dreams
While alluding your stare
Nightmares of the dark
While you thrash about
You suddenly realize
Oh, theres no doubt
Dreams of the night
Dreams of the dark
As quick they come
They turn to depart
Off in the distance
You see a light
Struggling to wake
Trying to escape your plight
Wanting to run
You finally see morning
Brought along with the sun...

Searching Spirit