Poem. No title.

I woke up as the sun went down.
A demon visited me while I slept,
Traces of terror linger still gripped my organs.
It was like an inversion of the soul,
Suddenly everything was born up and
Exposed to the searing light of judgment.
My stomach rose to my throat
As the floor opened beneath me.
Like Icarus who flew to close to the sun
And melted his waxen wings.
The balloon of my hubris burst,
And there was nothing to stop the fall.