The horrors of Sleep

I felt tired....
My eye lids felt heavy,
I didn't want to sleep.
"Please," I told my eyes,” Don’t close"
Because I knew that when they did,
I would have no control,
And the darkness would come,
With it the nightmares.
The terrible pictures,
Pictures of all I fear.
As I had predicted,
My eyes closed,
At first it was just darkness.
Then, as my brain shut down,
The pictures began,
Of horrific beings,
That only the mind could conjure up.
"It’s not real," I said to my Dream-self
But then I felt the hot breathe on my cheek
And I ran!
It’s a dream... my mind screams
But it felt so real,
My not-so-clever side of my mind contradicted.
I knew that I would wake up soon.
But my Dream-self did the exact opposite,
It ran when my mind told it not too,
It screamed when I told her it wasn't real.
I wouldn't wake up,
My Dream-self nearly got caught by the thing.
In the whole of these dreams,
All I ever got too see, of the thing
Were his eyes
So ferocious that I - I mean my dream-self-
Couldn't bare to look.

My eyes snapped open,
As they always did,
When I saw the eyes...
Red, large and utterly monstrous,
And once again I was covered in sweat,
Breathing heavily and ready to scream,
No need, my thoughts told me, just a dream.
I sighed,
These were the horrors I had to face every night,
The horrors of Sleep.