Traum; Distraught

I laid with my eyes sewn and darkness consumed to reveal itself like other nightly ventures. I am rarely fearful to its falling, but wake screaming; when they allow. 

For their rapid of movement, eyes slept to gaze at no dreams, blackness impurely, and there crept its raspy whisper of demands. For when I wake, I will be commanded amist nightfall, to stand and walk as it possesses bodily control and muscular mass of me, to gaze the hallway appeared from my bedroom door there again in a straight shot look to the back door that lays ahead; And in the flick of light, it's silhouette will be sought from the door's glass, the street's lighting giving way to its presence causing the feel of uneasy being. 

There reeks a harboring of grudge in its tone; I'd never long its explanation. To speak, my throat is clenched and swollen; The atmosphere holds thick, where toxins seep to sulk, and oxygen disintegrates. 

Hes came for me and will again, alluringly. I've sighed to the tensions that lurk moments before his appearance and moaned the begging of mercy three fold over. 

I stood then without consent, eyes have torn the thread that kept the lids heavily contained. I see the darkness of object shadows, placed furniture about the room lightly. Hand to raise in disobedience of myself, defiant to free will with unknowingly a hint in vengeful determination and light travels to fear-struck the cornea. 

I've been gripped to prevent screaming. About the throat, air passage has been removed, and sheltered else where. I glare to him lingering outside of the backdoor, lightly hunch to curve his back; Hair that's become seemingly soaked with things of rot. Yet a door, he is there when no lock could restrain his ability to self welcome, though why? 

He died away and for my legs, they gave, I drop til morning when blood clot my septum. A scream-less night, mental anguish in residue instead, and yet again. I lay still, exhausted in overwhelming defeat. Sob to my own pettiness. 

I despise the door I am to walk to, and though, desperate to sought the questions of torment that was bestowed to me that night. Finding here at the doorstep, left to whither and further soak its decay, the tail end of a serpent, ripped to two's.