I Live With Nightmares and Not Dreams

I live with nightmares and not dreams, sleep time is filled with many mirrors show ghoulish faces screaming to escape, creatures live in the bowels of earth captured by the devil and his conniving ways, victims listen to the wrong voice, opting to follow the dark and evil choice. I live with nightmares and not dreams, they join the darkness of the ebonic night, silence does not exist as well as living color, unfiltered noise echoes through my mind, an orchestra of instruments without a maestro, random violins make scratchy sounds, drums pound nonstop as horns blast unbound. I live with nightmares and not dreams, nights of turmoil toss me around the bed, a rag doll whose soul stolen by Satan, hours of darkness and sleeplessness, want to wake up from this blackness, leaving it buried and gone forever more, as sunshine kicks the inferno out the door. (for the "In the fragility of dreams Contest")