A helpless hand
Twisted round the covers
Of a tightly pulled bed
Slipping from the grasps of a nightmare.
Where friends turn into monsters,
And cages block us in.
As the mind grapples with the truth,
It tosses, turns, bends and breaks
And fearful pictures fill the room.
Cold sweat like blood
Beading and seeping
From an uncut wound.
Sharped senses, electric in the dark,
Basking in the shadows, it lingers
With a reflection on the wall.