The ceiling laughs at my stupidity.  

Waking up in a flash of pain.  

Dripping in sweat.  

Afraid of what the dreams were  

Never knowing what they were about.  

Was I running?  

Was I fighting?  

Did I lose the battle  

or has the war just begun? 

Am I fighting demons with sword and shield 

or am I fighting my soul. 

Are my emotions running wild 

or am I trapped in an endless waterfall of torment. 

Do I chase the sounds of my own Kate Bush?  

What am I chasing?  

Am I living through the simulation or is it all a dream? 

The walls closing in around me 

They are seeking and searching for their prey  

What do they find?  

The mind?  

The body?  

The soul?  

Waking up in a flash 

Pool of sweat 

Not of ash  

Heat so hot 

Pool of sweat 

What happened in my dream?  

Why do I have so much rage?  

This pool of sweat, why do I feel so enraged? 

The sandman came and left me a nightmare. 

The sandman came and left me hopeless. 

Left me broken. 

If my sleeping mind is to be at rest,  

Why does it battle like there is too much unrest? 

As I fight my demons, I must rest.  

Back to sleep to rest.