The Horror of Sleep

Your hands are small; Cold Blue Your eyes are closed; Purple, Bruised. I wonder where you are; Dreaming, Bleeding. I can feel you in my veins; Hear you, Screaming. But I can see you next to me, Breathing, Sleeping. And I can feel you; Panicking Shaking. And I love you even though you're Leaving, Dying. Are you alive? Or am I High; Hallucinating. Here I am Sweating Crying.

It was just a dream.