I ache to return to my dreams,
The place where we remain.
Only there am I still yours;
Such a bittersweet land it is.

I cannot let myself give in,
I know the alternative;
A world where the demons have free range.
They tread on my heart,
And tear up my soul - leaving only
A shell of what was there before.

Stuck between states,
My purgatorial space.

n.b.