Every night is an abyss,
Of which I struggle to survive,
Pitch-black voids of nothingness,
Keeping myself alive.

Do you see meadows of green,
Upon forests of daisies,
Or do you see a dear one,
So close yet so far?

I see none, hear none,
All that surrounds me is dark,
Every night a ****** battle,
To keep myself sane.

But I fear that one day,
I will lose the battle,
Never to wake again,
For I am, dreamless.