Slouching Toward Slumber

Words without meaning float through the cosmos,
Carried on butterflies’ torn, fragile wings.
Sentinel horses guarding the entrance,
Of the crumbling tower once fought for by kings.

Time has no meaning in gray-walled dream prisons,
Emotions lie screaming, no hope of escape.
Trapped in the turmoil of hysteria’s calling,
From deep in the shadows, the demons take shape.

Locked in a chamber of vague, dusty memories,
Empty eyes stare at my sanity’s key.
Raising my hands, I pray to the darkness,
To surrender my mind and please set me free.