Strange things happen between the hours of 12am and 6am–
The world around me crumbles and falls apart.
I fear sleep as it moves so swiftly
Consuming my body as my mind moves elsewhere.
I fear sleep because it reminds me of death–
A strange reality where we have no control.
Like death, sleep is silent, quick, and invisible
As it haunts our thoughts and move us from earth.
Yes, with sleep there may be good dreams that floods our spirit–
A possibility of death being a peaceful adventure,
But that is not what I fear the most.
With sleep you have the possibility of nightmares–
With death the nightmares would be never ending.