Horror Author
mumzy wumzy in my fumbly
it hurts to breath in air
i think of all the happy things
that take away my cares
fumpy lumpy in the bubbly
my bedroom i do stare
the white walls have begun moving
into the corner door
my life is over
i’m lost in the sands of time
my journey begins
as i lay and surrender my sight
i think my final thoughts of the night
recalling the day’s events at times
imagining fantasies of mine
planning to leave Reality’s Dream
ascending to the sky on Moonbeams
through the Cosmos, one’s mind is gliding
sleep seems to be a form of Hiding
James Pack 