What to do, What's to ensue

Hehe... I had fun with this one... Enjoy!

When people are close to death,

They say their waking hours are numbered.

But for me, my sleep is torturous,

Making my life encumbered.

My demons haunt my dreams,

My angels my waking life,

Me and my horrible dreams

Are in a huge strife.

Ideas, plans,

Constantly in my ear,

Worse that what Darko

Ever had to hear.

I don't what 

They want to ensue,

So lack of torturous sleep

Is what I pursue.

Their elongated fingers

Dangle over my brain,

And trying to fight them

Is quite a strain.

And no matter what I do,

No matter what I try,

These awful monsters

Just don't give up and die!

One therapist had an idea,

An idea that couldn't possible be;

She suggested that those demons

Were actually ME.

Then she wanted me

In a psychiatric ward,

At that I left

And slammed the door.

After that,

I didn't see anyone.

With therapists,

I was done.

Still, my sleep was horrible,

An endless, bloodless battle,

I began to cave in,

And the whispers became prattle.

The darkness and evil

That rested in their eyes

Now stain the pretty blue skies.

The fire that burns

Deep in their heart,

Now burns in mine,

And I cannot part.

I look down

And see their scaly skin,

And realized she was right!

I should be in the bin.

But it's too late now,

The murder in my heart release,

Ready for me to use

Whenever I please.

Author's Note

The word Darko used in the poem is from the movie 'Donny Darko', Who was a paranoid schizophrenic who is haunted by a bunny in his dreams named Frank who tells him to do bad crimes.