Alone In a Nightmare, Again

I’m sitting alone in a nightmare again, A dream that’s not of my choice. Sitting with iced eyes drilling my skin, Alone, here, without any voice. And no one can hear my screams in the night, Nope, no one can hear what I roar, And no one can see the wounds on my skin, I’m captive in the bloodiest war. Often I’m trapped, unable to move, Unable to break out of this room, While other times I’m chased, chased in a hunt, A hunt to my imminent doom. I’m here, alone, to battle my sleep, Imprisoned on this warpath. My weapons are belief when meditating myself, And, before sleep, running a hot bath.