A Living Hell

 I wake from a nightmare as I fake fight air,
my scared sight stares blind from bright glares
when the light swears that my nightmares
are right where I might bear a slight scare
or fright there...and hide clear of a life here
where strife tears and pains/affairs
bring knives near veins unawares....
loyal royal blue turns red when it hits the heir....
........And on this throne I die alone..........