The Killer of my Nightmares
He's the king of nightmares,
His name is Jeff.
You may know him,
you may not,
but, that's not important.
You see Jeff is a nightmare,
tinted pale blue eyes with dark circles around his lids.
He looks of a monster,
his skin a leathery white,
his smile cut in the corners making him seem as the joker.
He is truly insane, though his laugh is like sugar.
So sweet and pure.
I think, as he holds me close to his silhouette.
Where would i be without him?
Where would I have been if I had not been rescued
I shiver at the thought of being in the arms of another.
This nightmare of a boy is my lover.
And it is true that I love him back,
but is it forced?
Merely just a forcement based on his actions?
I turn on my side so I'm facing him,
his eyes covered by a sleeping mask,
as he has no eyelids.
The poor boy,
what he has went through.
His body shifts against mine,
and I smile.
"Go to sleep,"
I whisper in his ear.
His smile widens if that's possible
and he pulls me close to his body,
his sweet scents surrounding me.
"Go to sleep with me,"
He purrs raspily in his sleep.
I did not have a single nightmare.
I was free from the nightmares
because, the king of nightmares scared them away.