An ode to nightmares for numbing the terrible.  Without you, my mind might in fact take strife with such a reality.  In comparisons to horror, you reign supreme and allow my eyes to reap the beauty, what little left this world has to offer.  It seems I am in your debt.  And I dare not wish to cast you away; to leave you as a derelict carcass from a plump vulture who's had his fill.  Nay, keep this madness flowing as full as the Nile.  Keep me submerged in your insanity, for without, I fear I might succumb to such a condition...