Sleep of monsters produce nightmares

Fires devour
most of the surfaces
gone forever

Raining ash
scattered by the wind
all blackened

When the only light is dark
and the dark is only no light
could you brighten your future

And when the fire has died
like everything else around
this is the future people love

In an endless dream
same endless scream
holds you in same static

Awake during nightmares
while the monsters slumber
producing horrors unknown

Deeper in conscious unconsciousness