Nightmare Shake my soft sensibility and rack my sense of peace- dream born terror, leave me be, you've left in a state of decrease. I feel small after screaming in your gloom-stained glass, now that I'm awake again, how long before you pass? Away from me! Go on! Begone! I don't need to feel this way. Hasn't the past attacked enough? Why must grief take another day? I shake a bit, over morning cup, as your specters dance in the rising steam, and heart holds onto the night before, a beautiful, if fragile, dream. If you had a physical form, I'd go to war, just to defend. I fear I'd kill you with my bare hands for killing me again, and again. Alas, you sprightly little wisp, my fists go through your ghostly mist, and I can almost hear you laugh, but I'm too tired to be pissed. I'll carry on, pretending to ignore your echoes, ling'ring still. I have to- I have work to do, and fretting here won't pay a bill. But I still see you, blasted phantom, scattered about my waking world. I would have foregone sleep last night If I knew I'd see your grim flag unfurled. You gruesome wretch! Unwelcome pest! Why torment one who's not wronged you? I'd write you right out of existence if that was something I could do. Hover over me like clouds of smoke and bitter memory. I still look for my silver linings, Glistening so shimmery. The sunlight may not exorcise the devil from my short night's sleep, but caffeine and a little time, should do well, my mind's floor to sweep. And when my day is done and gone, and pillow once more calls for head. I'll cautiously approach new sleep, and hope to God, time finds you dead.