You Can'T Die In Dreams They Say. Well I Sure Hope I Wake Up From This Nightmare. Poem by Gabriella Mantone

Lonesome lullabies, I sing myself to sleep. No ones here to hold me, keep me from my dreams.
Nightmares seem to haunt me, I twist and turn all night. But I can't wake up from this torture holding me so tight.
Hallucinations of dying, a death so full of hate. My heart was full of terror, I die in the hands of shame.
The hallways I memorized from spending all my time. Their empty now, and dirty, they have lost all signs of life.
I scream and shout for an echo, a sound I'm not alone. But no one hears me crying, so I walk by on my own.
Monsters in the shadows, I see them in the streets. Hiding and their sneaking, I feel my bones grow weak.
My feet are frozen on the floor, I can't talk and I can't see, and soon enough its hard to do, I can barley breathe.
The ground will shake beneath me, only empty space is left. Falling into nothing I'm falling to my death.
I shake myself awake before I hit the ground. Lying in my bed, believe I'm safe and sound.
But there's no quilt around me, no nightlight and no door.
My nightmare is my life now.
I crash into the floor.