Outside alone staring at the sun sinking
Remembering when I looked for experiences
Wondering what became of me and my world
Outside wondering when I got old, wishing it over

It’s all gone
No happiness left
Nothing feels right
Hopes and dreams faded long ago

I’ve lost myself in nightmares
They’re all I have left
Cold frightening thoughts

Alone with nothing, but frightening thoughts

At one time in my life I looked forward to them. The day or night versions suited me just fine but the bad ones we humans call nightmares were much better having experienced asleep as when I woke I realized that it was just my dark imagination run amuck.

I never thought about them much more than what I just wrote. I just enjoyed the good ones and was amazed at times at how the mind worked with the bad ones.

These past weeks have changed it all. My pleasant dreams are rare and my nightmares are from past experiences hidden until now.

Frame by frame my mind is being torn apart… by itself.