Dreamless

Colorless, my dreams have been  
Plaguing me with ennui,  
Where there used to be a density  
of multi-hued fabrications  
 
My curiosity is begging me,  
Though my slumber does not abide me.  
Leaving my mind frustratingly empty,  
As I lay my head on my pillow.  
 
I used to dream of a distant world,  
Where wonder was as plentiful as air.  
I could fly on the currents of imagination,  
drifting placidly on creativity.  
 
Every time I closed my eyes,  
I would slip into this secret pleasure.  
Adventure tantalizingly before me,  
Coaxing me to come and play.  
 
I would ardently await my sleeping hour,  
Eagerly urging the dream to continue.  
To gratify my desire to flee,  
the world around me too constricting.  
 
But now I find this dream land hopelessly barren.  
Charred and diseased beyond recognition.  
My sanctuary destroyed by an unknown entity.  
Ravaging my only salvation ruthlessly.  
 
I walk through the ruins cautiously,  
Distraught by the haunting echo of my thoughts  
lonely and reverberating in the empty land,  
where I used to wade in pools of knowledge.  
 
It is then when I see the monsters.  
They are nameless in their iniquity,  
soiling the beauty of of my refuge  
Ripping apart the earth with greedy talons.  
 
They manifest dark emotions.  
Thoughts of despair, malevolence, and regret,  
spreading throughout my dreamworld,  
Casting me into nightmare.  
 
Despite myself I scream out in fear,  
shocked and heartbroken at their trespass.  
I desperately try to awaken myself,  
But am laden down with a vice-like horror.  
 
The beasts are alerted to my presence,  
and they began to hunt me.  
I frantically try to hide,  
But I can smell their festering decay.  
 
They bear down on me,  
And I find myself hopeless to their onslaught.  
Terror paralyzes me as they close in,  
Rendering me vulnerable.  
 
They tear into me,  
Shredding me as I give a strangled cry,  
Feasting upon me mercilessly,  
Devouring my conscience.  
 
They strip me to the bone,  
All thoughts of happiness, love, and hope,  
feasted upon by their powerful jaws.  
I'm helpless to the ripping apart of my soul.  
 
Finally they consume me.  
All that is left is an empty shell,  
A breeding ground for malignant emotion.  
Hatred, misery and resentment,  
rebuilding my frame into a blackened and twisted being.  
 
I no longer know the pleasures of nightfall.  
I stay locked in my nightmare,  
tainting all that I touch,  
reveling in the destruction of beauty.  
 
I long lost all hope of escaping,  
and dwell in my annihilated kingdom.  
Leaching all the light out of this world,  
Embracing the evil that I have become.