Heavy lids, light breaking through cracked lines. Pupils wide, redness fills them.
The dawn is breaking across the horizon hoping to meet the sandman on the other side. Eyes slowly close, a darkness encloses on a man standing in a cemetery he stands poised and hardened. Arms reach out from the darkness a moan that cried “come be with me” echoed throughout the man’s mind. The arms grab him tightly he is snatched into the darkness without fail and not a cry. The arms slowly retract into the darkness. Eyes shift to and fro with the rapid speed of a snake’s bitter death bite. Sweaty palms and brow, shaken by the nightmares that were thrown into his mind as he closed his eyes pain hurt sadness and loneliness all of the things he slowly bottled into his mind and pushed away.
Sleep seems so impossible.