Sleep is for the weak
that is why I sleep
sleep is not sweet
sleep is not heavenly
the nightmares crowd my dreams
making them more deadly
I wake up with thoughts of suicide
with thoughts of a better life
I dream to be alone
but my nightmares tell me I'm home
they caress my head
and tell me I'm better off dead
they swallow me whole
they spit me out cold
They kick me until I'm down
until I'm six feet under the ground
because they don't want me around
the sleepy nightmares are safe and sound.