Sleep Demon
She comes to me in waves
Her voice, a resonant tune
A plateau over days
Thought and form she looms
A hand around a curtain
Peeling back the membrane
She is of me, that I am certain
A steel wool to cleanse with acid rain
I sense her in the low lights
Something crawling, itching
When it all just gets too bright
She never faults in hems or stitching
When I lie broken
She is the thread and the knife
Aspirations fade in slow dim
For I am not the pattern, but I strive
When her work is done
She curls back into mist
Knowing I am not the only one
She tempers with her visits
Thank you, @Mark Crutchfield for sharing!
'A steel wool to cleanse with acid rain' is such a good and vivid line which sums up much of what she brings
I enjoyed that. Seems like the sleep demon is something interwoven within, almost a part of you that you've become accustomed to.