"Sleep"

So afraid to sleep.

My nightmares are on repeat.

I fear I may never wake,

and my soul they will easily take.

A prisoner of my own mind,

A prisoner of my own design.

Losing all of my control,

As my skin is paralyzed with cold.

My voice is small

As I attempt to crawl,

To escape the green fire

burning the floor

By searching blindly

for a non-existent door.

I feel them watching me,

With their depthless eyes.

There is nothing I can do.

There is nowhere for me to hide.

Is my only option to succumb?

My eyes go weak and my body numb.

Completely lifeless.

I am my own creation.

I only blame myself,

For this dark imagination.