Dark

This isn’t about suicide, but it is like a death of your sanity and free will.
Dark
They creep through the shadows before dawn breaks
To them night is day
And while we sleep they watch their prey
Up and down our bodies go
Letting air in ever so slow
dreams pierce our thoughts as we think not
To the outside wold oblivious.
In they creep with soundless movements
Ice wind follows them, a constant servant
But in our sleep we know not.
To our beds they slither, creep
And over our heads they plunge us to a dreamless sleep
Our dreams rush forth to their fingertips
For them alone to manipulate.
They rush out the door
To return nevermore.
They’ve got what they wanted
a piece of you
Your sanity.
They retreat to the woods
Gone for good
As sunrise is slowly hindered.