Pulls & Tugs
In your restful slumber
You are unable to find respite
An escape from the day's thunder
To help you continue with your weary life;

You sleep deeply
Seeming to find peace
But the voices find your peace fleeting
And these voices will not sleep;

Whispering in your head
Favors and suggestions
Each a vision of dread
Similar to a demonic possession;

Your defenses down
Being navigated by strings
The puppeteers make you a clown
And your life may forever be filled with these things