On the rare nights I close my eyes,

Forget the fear of the oncoming day

And let my mind run free,

I dream countless dreams.

Some of sorrow, others of delight,

Conjured by my locked imagination.

I’ve bled, I’ve cried,

I’ve screamed, and nearly died,

But the thrill keeps me closing my eyes once more,

Just for a taste of something more unique

Then my plain, boring, normal weeks.

Other nights are empty,

Dry and solely for sleep.

As I wake, I mourn

My forgotten dreams, 

Lost in the abyss of my memory.

An experience, unrestrained

By the laws of reality,

Was stolen away from me.

But perhaps I was spared from

The torment of a nightmare.

Terrors from the lair of my head where

My fears lay bare.