My worst nightmares aren’t found in slumber
But in the realities of the waking dream
For at least occasionally in sleep
I find a way to escape the screams
For, these voices never let me rest
And a heart in pieces can’t rest in peace
Sleep comes rarely, if at all
No chance for dreams to bring release

My demons aren’t those of hell
They are the ones in my own mind
Myself I torture constantly
In this prison of my own design
Surrounded by the ghosts of loss
And phantoms of true love unseen
I wish that I could sleep a while
But my heart and mind keep haunting me