nightmares

let them come to you:

the ghouls and the decaying skeletons.

they shall wake you up 

breathless and trembling. 

replete with all that you wish

you never saw, 

right in front of you. 

         don’t look. close your eyes.

         scream. 

inflicting pain and trauma,

inflicting years of fear.

         cover your ears.

         control your tears, they’re here. 

why do they ask me to

open my mind?

why am i asked to find and fetch the 

the shredding boundaries of imagination?

         don’t ask me to dream.

         stop. 

i see things that are unseen,

i see things that don’t seem normal,

i see an endless hopeless stream.

         stop.

aren’t all nightmares 

just dreams?