The sound of pounding in my chest,
indicates my silent distress,
I hear its harsh beat as I scream out loud,
even though I cannot even make a sound.
I try to run, I try to fight so maybe I could get some sleep tonight,
But it pulls me within its cold embrace and gives me a crooked grin, displaying no haste.
It will play with my mind , my emotions, my heart
Neither good or bad, but maybe its an art
After all, I did create it even though it hurts so bad,
Although when I had awoken I realized that I had been
I never really need to sleep because it is still in my head.

Haunting me during the day, daunting me to come back to bed.

I never bothered to think that my dreams could come true, but then I remembered.

Nightmares are dreams too.