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.