The Lone Travel

On a sleeping bed I realized I'm alone;
Deep snoring told the neighbors that I'm gone,
A journey I enjoy embarking when I'm done,
This time again and again I did because I I'm prone.

I saw pictures, features and the vulture;
In Africa, the latter is assumed the culture,
Attacking the feature,
To rapture the venture.

This dream is unbreakable;
Owing to the angle it is visible,
The witch craft is unpredictable,
The proprietor sailing the dark nights undetectable

The vampire of the mind and heart;
Liquidating the blood in a nefarious navigation;
Exploiting the body of a prospective personality,
Sending a lonely soul to the unprepared loneliness

The victim wakes from a terrible terror;
Escaping a secret monster,
The pathetic murderous murderer,
Hijacking the flexible fixed souls tender.

A premature death propagated;
My sleep was ended by mourning morning murmurs…
"That a soul has departed a journey to heaven..."
My mind tosses, Corona or Koroma?
The vicious witch!