I can hear them.
Standing outside my door.
Waiting for me to sleep.
Waiting for the moment to invade my dreams.
To fill my sub-conscious with images of pure terror.
They move ever so silently, without sound, without error.
3am and I lay awake.
The silence is broken with every breath I take.
The Nightmare Men are scratching at my door.
Waiting for their chance to torment me some more.
My eyes are so heavy now..
But within sleep lies the root of my insanity.
The nightmare realm is no place for me.
Still every night they make it my destination.
Giving me no reason.
No explanation.
They use my dreams as a lab for their twisted experiments.
And once they are through they toss me back to reality.
Back to mortality.
In this world they take my life and I'm dead.
In their world they **** me not once but over and over again.
Sadistic torture without end.
They are here for me..
The Nightmare Men.