Sleep paralysis

To truly understand my world, is there's things you need to endure. Like, sleep paralysis, have you had it before? I can't move as I as I hear someone open my door. Silently panicing, as I hear the creaks in the floor. When I finally see him, I can't see his face. Tells me his name, it's literally the sound of chains. He stands up and walks over to the stairs, and now he knows I'm scared. He smiles and asks: "Aren't your kids up there?"

And now he's walking up the stairs real slow, taking his good old time. Laughing the whole way because he knows there's nothing I can do, trying my hardest to get up. I'm desperately trying to scream the name of Jesus. But, I can't, because he beat me to the punch. Before I could say it, then, he taped my mouth shut. Now I feel my heart pounding, my chest going to explode. The pressure gets worse and worse, the further that he goes

I don't have words that can truly express the full extent of the petrifying distress. And when I finally get the strength to get up, I'm drenched, and I'm not sure if it's my tears or my sweat. Before he leaves, he looks at me and says: "I had a good old time, yeah. We should do this again. You'll love what I have planned for us next." So, now you know. So don't ask why wake up exhausted and distressed!

I wouldn't say I'm afraid of the dark. I am petrifyed of what comes out in the dark. I can be all by myself and when I turn my lights off, I am not alone

Do I have your attention? Do I got you listening? You might think that this is a gift, but I can promise it isn't. I might even accidentally blast you with the verse. Just understand that it's coming from my own personal curse. When people ask me about my flow, it's kind of like Edgar Allan Poe laced with a little hope. But I want you to feel a chill run up your spine anytime I feel the demons running up mine!

Christians told me I shouldn't write these songs because it gives Satan glory, but that's not the case. I'm just trying to tell a story of how my own faith keeps enduring. Because, in my life, having God is mandatory. And you're the right, I'm dead afraid. I live in a world where I have no choice but have faith because I see things that would make an atheist pray. So, I'm not going to sit here and say "It's all okay." I'm not! I'm a mastermind of description. I take a picture in my head and depict a scene so vivid like Quentin Tarantino without a camera. I take something you hear and turn it into a vision. Now, let me explain why I wear the cross around my chain, because I know they'll just cower in Jesus's name. But with my mouth so shut it's not one I can say. So, I'm hoping this demon sees it and it works the same way, hu!

When you're dreaming and you wake up, you realise that you were dreaming. But during sleep paralysis, you are cognitively functioning at full capacity, you just can't move. It's like a strayjacket. And, when you can finally sit up, you realise you just went through a traumatic experience, and it was real. And you realise there are things that operate outside of this realm. And that is terrifying. And the only solace you can find is the fact that God operates in every realm, and he is always there