Sleep Paralysis - Earth Rot

His breath was a wheeze of black smoke

From his lips, a silent, helpless cry

With his hands nailed down beside him

The living crucifixion

Hypnogogic hallucination

A sickening truth we must swallow

She approached him ominously

He smelled the stench of her eternal desolation

Then, overshadowing his frozen torso

She reached for him with her putrid claws

With crushing force, she pushed down on his chest

In an attempt to wring his quivering heart dry

Behold

She had consumed the wyrms

That manifested in his feeble conscience

Enfold

Disease and solitary despair

Infected herself with the misery of man