Nightmare Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

The person who haunts my darkest dreams
Will take you away from me,
The person of whom you have spoken.
I know it only too well
But here in my private hell
I try to believe it never will happen
Because then my heart will truly be broken.

Do you really understand
How I have to bury my head in the sand
And pretend that he doesn't exist?
The pain is foreshadowed within me
And it's something I cannot withstand.
This is the shadow in my heart,
The thing I cannot tolerate,
The thing I cannot accept,
My ultimate curse and fate.
Slowly, bit by bit, it's tearing me apart.

Better for me that I lie in my grave
Than face a hell I can't endure,
Better I lie in my grave
And sleep a sleep that has no dreams.