In my dreams, I die
Those are my peaceful ones
In my nightmares, I live
And this pain drones on like a one-note song
A poor rhyme played on a one stringed guitar,  each note is like a new bar added to my cage

Even in my sleep, my pain is not erased. No window to a better place, no frame with a glass pane. No amount of  Sweet dreams can make my sleep a reality