Chef Of My Nightmares Poem by Princess Bernadette Anillo

There was a man under my bed
who was cooking all my nightmares
He was silent when my eyes are open
And so strong under my curtains
He pulls me back to sleep
When I start to speak a prayer
And buried my soul in the deep
proving that I'm more of a dreamer

He held my hand so tight
As if I was jailed under his arms
He drew his heart unto mine
And leave some bloody scars
I tried to breathe when he covers
And I can't sigh within his tension
My soul is within his planned plunder
Still I can't open an eye mentioned

I was sweating his hard grips
And his hands marked red on mine
The thriller still hasn't move a lift
And my lungs isn't drenched in wine
I swung my head and feel my hair
Wet as a chase scene in the rain
Suffocating in his madness lair
Kept me dreaming this insane

My mind is filled with poisoned dots
And I slimy touch of goo
It was disgusting and worth burying
But I haven't got a clue
He was my dream guy and my soul mate
But he forced me away to fantasy
I'm sick of these complication
And I want a way back to reality