supposedly a time of rest
but instead
I am greeted by a dark room
with the flickering of bluish light
coming from somewhere overhead
a figure of grey stands tilted
trying to meet my gaze
with empty sockets where eyes should be
I must not look at it
it claws at the ribbons of skin that hang over its cheeks
ripping at it with ragged nails and fingers of exposed bones
it's face twists in agony
I cannot hear a scream
there is only pain
it did not say a word
it paints a picture of suffering and anguish
it speaks no lie of impending doom
and has no message of reckoning to deliver
it simply stands in silent torture
I no longer fear this nightmare
now I feel pity for it
because if I am afraid I can wake up in the darkness
feel sweat dry on my neck
wipe tears from my face
and grip my soaking pillow while the image fades
but when I slip into the depths of slumber again
it still remains
it has no escape
so it haunts me to pass the time
in its never ending unrest