Necrophagous Night Terror

Doesn’t it sting? These ruthless archaeognathas crawling through incessantly obstructing nightmares.

I swear the raucousness accumulates, creeping tirelessly into our nights.

Suspended thoughts, restricted airways, creatures trickling in our neuropathy.

These relentless abstractions crawl treacherously, invading our night-times.

Ruthless, antennae crimson, tainting internally our neurons.

Awake, catatonic; the insects order necrophagy.

Choose this insomnia over normality.

The insanity of nothingness.

Imagination opening netherworlds.

Outrun nature.

Nightmare.