The Nightmare

The nightmare comes
Tearing apart my dreams
Tormenting my worn mind
With pure and endless screams

Savagely ripping happiness
The nightmare bares its teeth
But I expect nothing less
Not from dreams like these

It stomps its foot
Like an angry child
When it finds out
That I once smiled

Picking apart my worry
Curiously shoving things aside
Chuckling at my fury
Poking at my pride

Twisting it's grasp
On my darkest frights
Maybe I'll sleep
With the lights on tonight

Thoughts made
Of hopeless fears
Shadows fade
To misty black

Fingerprinting my dreams
Leaving me to remember
Like a fire
Leaves behind its embers

Tossing and turning
In my bed of nails
Head pounding, stomach churning
Waiting for the pain

And in the light
I can clearly see
It has become
What was meant to be