Maybe the Nightmares are Friends

There is only death here
rivulets of red running down
bleeding walls,
crumbling
falling like bodies
onto barren floors

Nightmares that fuel me
reach for something more
there are many doors
here in this place
what do each have in store?

I have stories in my head
you see,
they're all I have left
and

I wish I could live in them
instead

Hunted and chased
by deluded beings
demons that see me
demons that control
the enviroments
I sleep in

I scream in the silence
of ink black nights
tell myself lies
to make me alright
maybe I'm not fine
but I can't seem
to find a light

So gaze under my bed
look for the monsters
that put the stain in my head
only when the skeletons
have been folded
back in the closet
I'll finally find
a peaceful rest
though..

I can't help but wonder
if the nightmares are my friends