• When I sleep
    the nightmares know my name.

    Every night spent, tossing and turning,
    seeing its wretched twisted pale face.
    Pale as the horse Death rides upon.
    Though, I do not fear this man masked Death.
    I only fear what the Sandman bestows into my dreams.

    No.

    Never again will I lay my eyes to rest.
    Only now I run with insomniatic scars.
    Fleeing from all my demons
    that haunt my heavens.
    I’ve long forgotten the miles I’ve traveled,
    and the days that have passed me by.

    No.

    None of that matters to me
    when I only return here.
    To the wasteland marked with decay.
    This place where something-
    Something unseen knows my name.

    Monuments stand erected
    to commemorate long forgotten friends.
    Cracked and worn with passing time,
    shoved away like old photographs.

    A specter wailing my name,
    (slicing along my skin like a knife cut from ice.)

    These nightmares eat away at my fear,
    but they consume my sanity.
    Only to leave me
    paranoid
    and
    hollow.

    Alone.
    Staring deeply at a long
    forgotten past.
    A past before these nightmares.
    A past filled with hope and prayer.

    With one kiss
    I close her coffin lid.