Sleep

What Is sleep, but an absence from the everyday hell we must endure,
We rest our sore and tired minds and bodies in a bed,
Most of us alone,
What Is a dream but an alter reality of life,
We go to those special moments of life which we enjoyed and replay them in our minds,
We must visit them to keep our minds from going astray,
Though our moments of joy can soon turn to pain,
Twisted by our own imagination,
Into something we fear and dispise,
Reality, the lies and shame,
Our dreams are our escape, but even they can be turned against us..