Night Terrors -

Still a slave to the nighttime demons

Still captured by their spell

Looking down into the vortex

To the fires of a sleep-created Hell

Down in the seething mass

You see, though from afar…

… Your one last chance

All’s not fair in sleep and war

When you’re on the losing side

Placed in battle by your own nightmares

And no one hears your tortured cries

But through the battle lines…

You see, though from afar,

That one defining point of light

That shows who you are

This sleep is not what it seems!

But it’s bearing down on me,

Tearing out of me,

Until the daylight comes around.

And this is not the end of the world

Although you sure can see it from here

Nights and terrors blend into blackness

Random thoughts replaced by fears

Called form somewhere

In the back of some lost mind

Comes the drive, the motivation,

In the daylight, dreams are blind