The Night Must End

A sleepless, soundless night
You wonder why your dreams remain
The tossing, the turning
they corrupt your sleep like a blood stain
The restless, still unwilling
The same faces haunt you every night
The laughter, the piercing depression
that these dreams don't fade with light
Boasting, uninterrupted
The morning floods your room
Scared, shivering
You awake from sleep's tomb
Personal, and too accurate
while awake your dreams seem to stay
The light leads to realization
Your dreams are a reflection of your day