My nightmares?
They aren't just nightmares.
They're more like...
night apocalypses.
Why?
My entire world
shakes hands with death
in every single
twilight terror...


You.

Life that once so desperately
clung to your lips,
has bestowed it's final kiss.  
Golden flesh is now fresh powdered mountains.
Emerald and fiery yellow hues have
departed the only eyes
I will ever drown in.

Please wake up.