Nightmare's Remnant

I don’t know if I’m alone in this everlasting Hell. I can’t be the only one who has grown spending eternity in a mental cell? In memory’s furthest horizon my dreams were haunted by terrors that now shadow day’s sun. Repulsive images from nothing created. Yet I have no fear of night. Although chaos and exhaustion abound, and mercy is nowhere in sight, adaptation demands to stand ground. If your life is split when the sunlight fades, your mind will easily permit ‘insanity’ to be dealt in spades. When the dawn awakens my slumber, I’m hesitant to believe what my senses experience are not part of nightmare’s remnant.