The Wraiths Of Rem

Shades of evening when all light is lessened,
Bring upon a sleep so heavy with eyes wide open.
Jerking...a spasm of warning and forthcoming
~paralysis~
Deeper than obsidian they come.
Light is choked as are my screams.
These are the beasts come forth from dreams.
"Help me"
They are not sentinel of soul,but dark matter of mind.
A consciousness created from the fears in our hearts.
Manifestation shared by like of kind.
From corners they rise and jump and play
Climbing your bed,heavily on your chest they lay.
"I can't move"
Their breath so cold it reaches the bone,
freezing you still.
Telling of a place without any hope nor home.
~Just give in~
The Wraiths of Rem are a product of mankind,
Of fears and dark places in ourselves they remind.