The Pathetic Poet

Sleep Vision

At night I wake.
At night I sleep.
Sanity they take.
Sorrow I reap.

Omen of death.
Spiraling confusion.
Defused wrath.
Lost in depression.

I continue to dream.
Dreams of the future.
Nothing is as it seems.
Only nightmares fester.

Pressure of a higher existence.
Pressure from those around you.
As if lingering pestilence.
I am lost in what to do.

Chaos settling deep inside.
Slowly growing.
No way to turn the tide.
Now alive and roaring.

Looking to get away.
The chaos is in control.
Losing my way.
I was merely a fool.

Society speaks the truth.
Distorted and cruel.
Like some carnival booth.
I was only a tool.

Voices inside spoke of the impossible.
Words of encouragement.
Truly nothing but trouble.
My resolve was bent.

Lies upon lies.
And the chaos rules all.
Clouded were my eyes.
My entire being will fall.

Nightmares or a dream.
How can I tell?
In between a seam,
Its heaven and hell.

I am seeing all sorts of views.
Each with a different motion.
Not close to a ruse.
I experience my sleep vision.