2 August 2012
Eyes slowly beginning to drift asleep.
Standing on the tip of a cliff.
Waves below drift, and I leap.
Jumping up out of my sleep.
Realizing it's just one of those dreams.
Closing my eyes, counting sheep.
On a mountain a tall & steep,
Looking down a well, face first I fell.
These cuts in my neck, hands bleeding.
Shuffling razors, I'm a wreck.
Body flinches awake, hands shake.
In my throat I catch a strained yell,
My eyes opening to my only real hell.
I know I've made a mess of this,
When I remain so sleepless.
Reckless Nightmares • Opuss № I