cold sweat. i awake in the night, and the ceiling greets my open eyes, and i take shallow, hurried breaths. i realize that the hell i just escaped from dwells within the same mind i was raped from. i sit up straight towards the higher ceiling, embracing the lack of illumination stemming from my nightmare. Pain was somehow Real there... i can still remember why my life was stapled down, why i lost my sense of touch... You were absent from my sleep tonight. i could not find you between the tattered pages Reaching out in all directions for countless ages my hands gripped nothing but false insight. But you are alive in my thoughts with day I can feel you among the mended hollows. i clasp your hand in mine, and we can follow this path of life before seperation swallows it away. dead sleep. i do not move in the night, and steady breathing is the only audible sound my binded heart allows. the phone rings at a start, leaving a dull sound in the air Calling me to react, as though i ever even cared... i sit up straight, striking head to ceiling Embracing pain as redemption Stemming from delusion. Life was somehow Real there, i can still remember Wen my eyes were stapled shut, when i lost my fading hold... and i missed your voice, i think, i think you called me or was that a dream?