Mind Invasion

It's now so late
It's early
The time between
When creatures of the night
Are no longer hunting
Yet a long while
Until the sunrise
Begins to waken
To a new day
Where words
Are lost in thoughts
And thoughts
Are thrown into dreams
Where the world
Is a surreal abstract place
Where almost everything
Has no rhyme
Or reason
Where madness, and horror
Are the norm
With the occasional crumb of sex
Lurks with intimate intent
Visiting new places
Meeting strange faces
That we will never see again
These alien invaders
Of the sleeping mind

by Jemia