One billion demons
cloud the mind
one climbs over the other
each one famished
their claws and horns a tangle
Like an ants nest in frenzy
crawling over each other
to find my fear center
limbs are exhausted
neurons are sleep starved
the hoard encroaches
There's a burning smell
Images from the worst of nightmares
Projecting into me
swarming
searing and blistering
Their paradise is close
As they breach the arachnoid matter
They come like a galaxy of pestilent bad dreams
Will i just use their wrath and digest them
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