I drift away to lands of blight
A dream to come; I'm cursed with sight
Looking up, then left, then right
Midday sky; black as night

My mind aflutter; lost in a haze
A gentle cloud; of black and gray
Upon a hill of grass I lay
Under the black-as-void sky's gaze

I'm carried into the nightmare unbound
Knowing not if I'll ever be found
Farther and farther from the ground
It seems for now that I might drown

Although it resides within my head
It fills me still with fear and dread
A fear that I'll never shed
Even as I awake safe in bed