When you lack the will to survive

My worst nightmare speaks only in 3am;

ghost-stories it’s way into my subconscious,

and makes me uneasy in my own home.

It is the monster living under my bed,

the shadow lurking within my shadow.

The creak from beyond the hallway, when I am home alone.

But even as it creeps,

out of the closet, and onto my bed;

I do not run or scream.

In fact, I do not even blink.

Perhaps nothing is truly scary,

when you’re without a dream.

For what is a nightmare,

to a girl who never sleeps?