I grind my teeth when I sleep,
Not because it's a habit,
Or because I sleep 'funny'.
It's because when I sleep
And retreat into my imagination,
Everything I have locked away
Comes out to play.

So when I sleep,
You're there again...alive,
But I have to watch it all again,
I have to relive that pain.

So when I sleep,
She isn't here anymore.
She's with him
And she's finally happy.

When I sleep,
I'm slowly dying,
The pain unbelievable
And impossible to describe.

I don't wake up screaming,
Or writhe about when I sleep,
But I grind my teeth,
I wake up in pain.
You can call them nightmares I guess.
But they're my night terrors.