Lullaby Of Nightmares. Poem by MIRAK Montiel

Lullaby of Nightmares
(Draft for Another Poem for My Demons)

When the night dies,
my demons come alive—
they hold my hand
and play games with me.

Can you see them?
Can you hear them?
They whisper
disturbing things to me—
a lullaby of nightmares
we sing together
until the cousin of death
comes for me,
and everything fades.

Don't wake just yet.
Let me keep floating,
drifting my dreams away,
so Charon can ferry me
from this living place
where miserable days
stretch eternally.

The cloak marks the hours,
but time erases all.
Misunderstood thoughts
of a lonely prophet
bleed out on every page—
and I,
I am the river
that overflows,
that destroys
everything I touch.

Before I die,
I only hope
you understand my life—
or at least my mind—
and that every word I wrote
becomes your guide
through the dark.