Insomniac dreams and silent screams

My demons claim me through nefarious means

I look up and beg the Gods for respite

But despite my pleas they look down at me with spite

Saying "Who are you to look upon us with mortal eyes

And speak to us with lips dripping with lies

How dare you trespass in this divine plane

You will suffer with your nightmares until you lose what keeps you sane"

I feel their words like psychedelic daggers in my being

Cutting through mind, body and soul without being seen

Seeing these beings leaving me tormented with these insomniac dreams

And seeing my demons fermenting my silent screams

Into psychoactive brews of sorrow and despair

Leaves me with no heart or soul to care

My mind and body left empty and alone

I look up one more time and see not one divine throne

My demons encroach on my insomniac dreams

And bring with them their completed brew of my silent screams

"The Gods have left you, but we will always be here

We will caress you and take you to a place with nothing to fear

Just take a sip, drink this ice cold brew

Empty the cup into your being and be made anew"

I take a sip of the demons brew and it takes away what makes me sore

It slowly fills my being and leaves me wanting more and more

I empty the cup, my demons smile as I slump to the floor

And as my eyes flutter closed...I see the Reaper at my door