Nightmares

Greeted by the darkness,

I am bare,

Left the comfort of a mock death,

It is silent, and almost maddening 

The blank interface of a cold room

I am here

Abandoned amongst muddled pillows

And tangled sheets 

Throbbing breath in rhythm with

A quickened beat,

I am tormented,

Trapped in an unconcious hallucination 

You were there,

  Sullen amonst the oaks, 

with the realization that sunrise

would never come,

With each rise and fall of your chest

 the woods began to rot

The branches began to curl in towards one another

I stood, throwing water on the trees as they decay

As if drowning them could stop 

Our inevitable end