Sleep does not come easy.
My mind will not forget.
So many ungodly faces
among these nightly sweats.

Voices seem to have their way
of hiding whom they are...
But beat a steady pounding tone
that echoes from afar.

Then faces will fade in and out
some known and some unknown...
Blankness in those dead cold eyes
just won't leave me alone.

Darkness comes, explosions sound,
flares light up the sky...
Hands reach out from down below
and coldness passes by.

All before my sleep worn eyes
turn red, then I awake.
Perhaps the life within my soul
was meant for them to take.