Eyes glazed
Blood boiled
Fears cauterized
Hope annihilated-

Who gives a **** about my nightmares

When by a stroke of luck-
The clock struck
10-toes down on the ground-
Ceaselessly running from death

Voided entirely by thoughts-
Black and burnt

Who really gives a **** about my nightmares

Not me, not you, nor him, nor her;
Neither anyone else on this bruised marble we call home

**** nightmares and **** you