nightmares.

I bathed in my nightmares as they warmed me through sleep, but when yours hugged me at the depth of night, the heat was sweltering and your worries were smothering.

You clutch to me as I clutch to a darkness now filled with an aroma lacking bliss and too pungent in angst.

I splutter, overdosing on the poison named 'your thoughts', drowning in your sorrows so you could stay afloat, I mourned your sadness as a distraction from my own.

Your head was a burden resting peacefully upon my un-peaceful, restless body.

The night and myself never made friends.