The Stuff Of Nightmares

He lays
in a coffin of sorts
it takes a war to close his eyes
and once they do
a supernova forms beneath
his rib cage
cuff links and chains
that tie him to his destiny
beneath those eyelids
a restless monster
a wide eyed demon
suffocating in his struggles
his eyelids open
unseeing of reality
and suddenly the moon is ravenous
the stars tear away his face
the sky is melting

Sweating, he sighs in relief and continues to sleep.