Savior Poem by Milan Bubic

I have strange dreams,
dreams in which I woke up wondering if they just happened,
nightmares that felt so real i wake up and find myself sweating profusely,
the problem in all this is that they almost always comes true,
this is no lie, this is no sudden excuse, but a sad and disturbing realization that there is nothing I can do to stop the coming downfall, atrophy and bane,
you are my Eave, my better half, my savior,
all I can do is hope that you will realize and come to my rescue