Anguished Cries, Anguished Dreams

Anguished Cries, Anguished Dreams

Dark dreams encroach upon my slumbering form,
calling forth the raging storm
of things I fear and things I abhor
to chase me down the cold stone floor,
to haunt my dreams and cast them deep
within the darkness form wence I sleep.
I scream and wail as they come for me,
the forms of those I wish not to see.
And though they petrify and freeze my mind,
and hold me hostage as in turn they bind,
then hold me down to slacken their lust.
My spirit is true and dreamland is just,
so when they sate their lust in turn,
by vengeance each I cast them to burn.
But still I lay in anguished cries
for the dream of rape that told no lies.
And though I could not stop my fate,
In dreams, at least, I can close the gate
on sorrow's past and blinding fear,
for which I have shed one thousand tears.