Take control

No matter where we look bad always surrounds good

Horrible nightmares elude me from my weary slumber dragging me into an abyss every time I let my eyes close. These illusions never fade and never succumb to my will only listening to the requests and suggestions given to it by itself. What is the meaning of these dreadful abominations and why do they taunt me so. The night grows tiresome by the second as I attempt to sooth the savage beast with my own synopsis. Instead my head is now a warzone gunshot wounds, limbs and the piercing agony that presides. I can't see through these horrible incantations anymore and I am starting to feel like I to will be over taken. Only now do I let my deepest factions run wild hoping to contain myself but it is  far to late the battle is lost the war soon to be forfeited and there is nothing that remains except to hang the white flag and let the beast take over