My nightmares
Consist of nothing, but
death
Repeating everlasting terror
But
Altered scenarios.
Unspeakable words
Like pins tearing away your mind
As you try to speak.

As it ends with death
Yet to be awaken by death.
An unfavable repetition
Of thy end
By thy loves
Which includes
My sincere loneliness
Has been left affront.

Although my nightmares are my fears
My reality is far more worse.