Sick (Get Well)

Ever have one of those nights in sickness
A torment of monsters
Dancing their agony to you while you sleep?

You can't really call it sleep so much as a project 
In which you have no choice 
Nowhere else to go 
But strapped to this bed with your mind glued open to a 100 cut scenes of 
 the movies of your past

This constant highway of undead familiars steal from you
Minute by minute as 10:30 turns into 10:31 
And 2:10 feels like when am I going to get some sleep please dear God
Wistful for last nights' pastel rolling scape where the soul rested in 
  deep unknowing

And when morning finally comes to greet you 
Among the shards of rest
You can feel your senses again 
A small hole of reality in the pine against the sky