Dream State

I can't sleep anymore,
My dreams are wicked.
Filled with blood and gore,
How'd they get this twisted?

Last night I dreamt of clowns,
They were stabbing my wife.
I even heard the sickly sounds,
As clowns plunged down the knife.

The night before that was worse,
I slit my wrists and overdosed.
My body was placed in a hearse,
Before realizing I was now a ghost,

A week ago I dreamt about animals,
I was walking in the woods alone.
Nearby a sign read;"Caution,Cannibals"
Soon after I gnawed my hand to the bone.