How many of us are kept up at night by the the nightmares of the past?
It’s 4am and I’ve not been drinking, but I’m burning up real fast!
The voices woke me up, screaming in my head.
There is a sweat induced figure of a woman, where I lay in bed.
Now I can’t go back to sleep, so I’ll sob, I’ll weep, I’ll cry.
Panic sets in deep with me. I can’t get out, as much as I try.
The terrors ensure to bestow on me frequent insomnia.
Yet, I fight it, so it doesnt become some sort of mania!