April 12th, 2009

I used to dream of static rooms and looming figures
Now I only dream of innocent animals dying and
people I never think about in my waking life.
I no longer remember what dreamless sleep feels like.

These dreams keep me from the sleep I so desperately need
And I can't wake without the scarring images they produce.
I don't know what I actually feel anymore.
I don't know who I actually feel for anymore.