Mirrors

The storm chases me,
Ripping through the blanket of night.
It catches me beneath the rain;
Among the thunder; Among the pain.

Upon this sleepy nightmare, I hold my breath and wait.
For the dawn to wake me;
For the light to cleanse me;
For reality to wash it all away.

Or is it the dream I wake up to?
A short break from the insanity,
Only to return to the darkness of time?

~ Deevious ~