The nights I sleep get cold,

 I twist and turn, running from the dream

that cuts and chokes,

awakening from the dream

I weep and gasp,

tears streaming down my my face I know it was burned inside my mind,

the nightmares come to me, they seem to get worse,

that seemed to be my curse,

happiness dimishes away...

I wonder how long it will last, each nightmare that comes

I begin to become more insane.

I can't escape it is my nemesis.