Every time I think they go away, they come back

And every time I close my eyes, it's like an undercover attack

They attack my brain, with images of deceased,

With images of those dying, and images of grief.

When I open my eyes again, the clock says a different time,

And that's when I sigh, relief, it was all in my mind.

These Nightmares haunt me, like a cycle through my days.

At night, I hope, and to a god I don't believe in, I pray them away.

Happiness comes with the revelation, all this pain, I no longer have to conceal,

But Sometimes, I miss these images, because back then I could feel.