It is a bad time to be awake;
I see things I do not wish to see.
I have feelings I do not wish to feel.
If I could return to sleep, the deception
Of sweet slumber would assure that even a
Nightmare might offer an escape, escape from
An awakening cold, black dream where sights and
Feelings burn deep into a fragile soul a garish branding
That strikes terror for an eternity of restless days and nights.