The horror of a thousand waking dreams
Caught up within a bloodied, blackened web.
The twisted, broken, slicing, sobbing screams
Resounding, pounding, endless in your head.
The helplessness to grasp reality,
The reaching, clawing, scraping, aching need.
The mindlessness, forgetting how to breathe,
The claustrophobic casement, though you’re free.
You’re free of your own hellish, senseless life,
Released, to find a hellishness within.
A burning, for a moment. Gulping strife
Into a nightmare you could never win.
The promise you will never use again.
The wish that this were true, that it would end.