Satan's Playground

Your hands touch me; they poke, they prod, they paw
Lacking mercy, I fall victim each night
Your voices it whispers with your hatred raw
And I shudder, flesh pervaded with fright

You tear my sleep away with your torment
You mess with my mind and make me feel fear
The late night hours all but dreaming spent
As I panic, feeling your presence near.

I know not when this mind-torture will cease
Every night I pray for freedom from this
In my depths I cry out for sweet release
I know He will pull me from this abyss

For now my mind serves as your sick playground
But He will destroy you and crush you down.

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This is my first try at a sonnet