Tristania

At night – asleep
Nightmares – not dreams
Drag me through the dirt
There is no place to run – nor hide
He's in my blood
I try to keep him out
He rules the pain
He makes up the ugly thoughts
The rotten words
He distracts my nerves
His claws
His poisoned laughter twists the knife
His long sharp teeth
Motionless silence
Sullen muttering