You lay here beside me, I'm warm in your embrace.
We talk of our future and discuss poetry.
You look into my eyes and declare your love for me.
You kiss me softly, and then I wake up. Alone.

I woke up from a nightmare in which I was alone.
In a shattered glass room ghostly existing.
Separated from my home I know not where.
Only wishing to arrive at my destination when I was finally free.
The moon seemed lifeless then.
The stars seemed bland.
The trees seemed haunting.
The air seemed thin.
I had never felt more alone than in that dream.
It was full of terrifying horrors that laughed and sang.
Each task I would do would seem daunting and vain.
I tried each night to wake for I knew it was a dream.
But it was not the night that haunted me for everything slept then.
But when the day came it was then when horrors crept in through the slots in my vent.
They would hide in the light to trick souls who passed.
Wearing faceless masks with gems and jewels hiding their wicked souls.
They proclaimed themselves the best in the dreamworld.
It was not true I knew but they tucked me away in my empty room made of shattered glass.
It was then I woke up and realized it’s true.
That I had a dream.
A cruel dream.
Of a haunted existence alone without you.