Creepypasta: What You've Made of It

A disjointed creepypoem I wrote a while ago. See if you can find the beats for it...


Dreams to nightmare's are something else.
Little peace, or fear's deep thrall,
But ask yourself how long you've known it's tells.
After all, it's what you've made of it.

Often fallen and left afore,
A broken reverie of what you want.
Sweat and blood in different pour,
Imagination, where you've taken it.

Nearer and nearer comes the disturbing silence,
Shuffling underneath your ears.
A beating heart and fluttered eyes.
Your courage, you've forsaken it.

The words on page and captive sight,
A distant reproach from disturbance.
Quiet darkness, quieter light.
Your deep thoughts have savored it.

Fewer and fewer the thoughts of dreams,
Long since bound and forgotten.
Sensuously an orgy in fear, it seems,
Is how you've mistaken it.

All in all, line into line.
Rhyming patterns are broken.
A sense of rhythm and fractured time.
And yet you've married it.

Lip upon lip, and word upon word,
A long sense of the calling, forbidden.
A distant dream of warmth absurd,
And cold mistake, you buried it.

Lasting in night, unshaken in day,
The dread follows you closely.
The words change form and color fades away,
Your fears, these words not shaken it.

And night upon night, you'll hear these sounds,
Creaks and groaning halls shall consume you.
In silence, loneliness is all around,
Seeking your spirit, and to break it.

Summoned nerve and in desperation,
you slander every name you know.
And in that final desecration,
Your hope and joy, and all behind it.

Leaping pace and quickened thought,
Your eyes turn towards these words.
And in keeping up with every thought,
The darkness keeps you blind to it.

Every rhyme and every string,
You gaze is kept upon me.
With every phrase, and sound I swing,
Your mind is where you'll take me.

Even though words are simply put down,
Care has been made for this trap.
Stopping now keeps hope around,
But your heart is where you'll make me.

Put together what begun each time,
And know when I'll be coming.
And brokered now, your soul is mine.
After all, I helped you make it.