Hellish sleep

I think it's getting worse The visions happen less Now I don't dream but still I feel it nonetheless I feel impending doom A danger I can't explain A parabola of needles A sense of helpless pain I sit there non-existent Or at least not of this plain I try to cry but don't know how To feel present, much less sane I sit in utter silence Longing for screams In the hell I know when sleeping That replaces all my dreams.