The Vicious Night

Tortured dreams of alabaster and gold,
Assault me throughout my slumber.
I wish their return to Hell’s embrace,
Anywhere to free me from such sweet malice.

Ever-teasing they bring joyful enrapture,
Only to snatch it away without warning.
Why do these demons play with me so?
Never have I been privy with their games!

Yet I wonder…perhaps I’d enjoy one more,
A final romp through reality’s sick doppelganger.
How dearly I long for that impassioned brevity,
The morning after be damned.