Sleep of the Damned

Darkened dreams that fill my head Nightmarish visions, a bloody bed Under foot, on the ground I see A crimson puddle, a puddle of me Warm sensations, run down my leg I must be strong, and I will not beg Then I wake, from a sweat filled sleep My body shaking, in a coiled heap Tears start pouring, like a falling rain Breathings hard, and my chests in pain I try to think, of some better time But there are none, at least not mine So I suffer through, the sights and sound This is my life, to it I am bound