To Sleep...Per Chance to Scream

Of late my dreams have been of pain, of past unclear and nightmares that happen awake. My sweat covers my bed in the shape of my fear. I drown nightly in my horrible inability to change mistakes or to correct what I've wronged. My dreams tell me of how lost I am, how alone I make the world feel, how distant I am in my tower. The black comes to envelope me...hugging me, squeezing out the life until I fear to sleep at all. The appetite goes, for food and for life. This holocaust that is my nights, it sleeps within me during the day...awaiting the chance to turn my world into hell.

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