Lost Nightmares

Do you know that sensation

the comes over you?

That bliss,

that fix,

that there are no lost nightmares

in the dark?

It covers you,

the terror.

It paints your tears.

But you can't touch it

and feel

that bliss,

that kiss,

that there is no lost nightmares

in the dark.

They slink in the shadows,

they live in your head,

they tuck you in when you go to bed.

They sleep with you

in-between your sheets.

They cradle your dream,

and take away

that bliss,

that fix,

that there are no lost nightmares

in the dark.

They stew till morning,

eating away your joy

with their fanged teeth.

They lick your cheeks,

and scream in your ear

that you're a freak.

When dawn breaks,

sending the monsters back to

their graves,

you feel

that bliss,

that fix;

happiness that will be

gone before you blink.

When the moon rises

and you snuggle into bed,

the lost nightmares come

to life in your stupid little head.

The lost nightmares

breed and kill every night.

They make you see slit throats,

broken bones,

and you drowning,

trapped in a sinking boat.

You know that sensation that

come over you?

That bliss,

that fix,

it's not real.

It's not real when the monsters'

control you.

It's not real when you sleep forever

in bed with the devil.

It's not real when you bleed tears

of painted fire.

It's not real because your in

a nightmare,

you're asleep.

You are your worst fear;

you are a lost nightmare.