The Sandman

The Sandman.
Never.
Stops.
He won't ever stop. Haunting my dreams, my reality, and most importantly, me. He turns into what was once peaceful and welcoming slumber into my own personal Hell, making me unsafe and vulnerable and sickeningly weak in my own mind.
I've been called crazy. I've been called a freak.
Death is ruining my life. The anger, the fury that pulls at my skin and runs coldly through my blood will propel me to kill what cannot be killed.
Even if it costs me my sanity.
Happiness doesn't last.