A reality made up by my nightmares.
Nightmares that I create with my twisted mind.
Screams and moans that people emit.
Sounds that wish my ears had bled.
Nightmares are there for a reason.
Ideas and all sorts of imagination.
Nightmares are feared,
Yet we aren't affected.
Affected as in deranged.
Changed to believe everything we've dreamt.
The nightmares that haunt us take no rests.
They rejoice when they see us sleep again.
Nightmares are caused by essence that we give.
When we are angered or saddened by daily events.
Events we deemed are better to never experience again.
Yet we do in these treacherous nightmares.
But nightmares are not all bad.
No.
They help us face reality.
Reality is fear.
And fear makes us stronger and weak at the same time.
Reality gives us a good beating that most of us deserves.
And nightmares are reality.
A reality world that is made up of nightmares.
Nightmares that I would gladly dream once more.
