Nightmares

Nightmares shivering behind rotting dumpsters staring at grotesque shadows making filthy noises unworthy of any sort of humanity the unmistakable stench of lost opportunity an infatuation with failure and the squalor that follows the wrong side of insanity grinning poverty flickering streetlights the wrong alleyway I hear a window shatter there are no victims here just people who made choices dying in front of my eyes but everything seems as it should be when you go straight to the source time is dwindling fast feel the honesty of a cell you know you’ve fallen far when nightmares comfort you and all you have left is a warm, sweaty pillow