Zombies?

In a house full of fantastical freedom,
I have nightmares.
Nightmares of the
broken, uninspired, muse-less sort.
Zombies stealing my friends from cars,
cats going insane.

Tell me why I am demented,
as I watch the cat tear out
my lover's eyes.
Tell me how perfect your dreams are,
as my friend is dragged out of the car
by a ghoul from Fall Out 3.

Give me a reason, just one,
and soon, very, very soon,
you shall be my brain's
next victim.
Give me a reason to care anymore.
Can't leave the bedroom without peeking
round every corner.

It's become sort of a nightly affair.

Ghosties and ghoulies creating blood in my head
and I, the dreamer, too afraid to leave my bed.