I woke up last night panting.
Not once, not twice, but thrice
Because of a dream so real and vivid
My entire psyche became livid

I woke up last night crying.
The thoughts that haunt me have gotten stronger
I don't know if I can fight much longer
They have penetrated my last defense

I woke up last night failing.
It was a nightmare like no other
It exploited my hidden weakness
Leaving me left in pure bleakness

I woke up last night dying.
It ended with me talking to Death
Then everything went frigid and nothing was left
I was stuck in the dream; I couldn't breathe, move, nor see

One might think that waking up would be a blessing
But it's not, for I have taken heed to the ending.