Spontaneous Human Consumption

I've wrestled with the bellicose dreams that have infested my nights for far longer than I had hoped, a mere breath of conscious thought between the hellish rows that envelope my sanity amongst the needed rest, has weakened me much. A chill scratches deep across my bones as for the weather's fairness bares no claws, I've welcomed a threat beneath my skull, an unwarranted and intrusive fiend sinks it's teeth deeply.
Sanity or at least what mimics such, is much like undulation, peaks and barren lands where silent desires and screaming quiets find solitude behind backdrops where homogeneity breeds. Nauseating fear oppressing every single uttering or whispered salvation, a cloudless cruelty hovering...
Bleak is life when nothingness is a gift.