Deep is this sleep when it comes. <br />Inside of your head floating from dream to dream, <br />as if dead. <br />Some times a woman, some times a man, <br />it is the children like yours whichever is worse. <br />That do me in. <br />I can't escape I am trapped. <br />Being a male they mess with my parts, <br />until at the end I cry out. <br />Paralized I cant move make a sound you can hear. <br />Sweaty sheets I bolt up to the top, <br />just to be dragged back in. <br />Death in life for the one that they find.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-top-of-me-a-dead-body-climbs/
