Insomniac Dreams

Static crackles over restless limbs

Cracking bones swallowed up by moldy flesh

Pulled taught, tight to the touch

Fingers grabbing, gripping, grasping

At the idea that maybe if I close my eyes

I might slip off into a dreamless sleep

But my mind races and my heart pounds

Pulse pumping adrenaline through my veins

The venom of fear churning in my blood

Fear that if I sleep I won't wake

"What if...?" my mind screams

Sinking into my sheets

Drawing my comfort around me

My mind muddled and mixed

A maze of questions and I don't have any answers

It was the sudden silence ringing loud and bold

Like eerie church bells

Calling sleepless dreamers to midnight mass

To be alone together

Stranded in that pre-dream state

Where Death and his companions,

Chaos and Confusion, controlling criminals

Consume drowsy musings

And feed my mind counterfeit sleep

Crushed by darkness, desperately trying to shut down

This dreamer's doubts about death and life

And everything in between

Just to rest my eyes for a few moments

To forget that train of thought that things aren't as they seem

But rather they're all an illusion and this is a dream and I am asleep