A midnight musing

I sleep
is it worth it
I wonder
to see the things I see
trapped behind my eyelids

where
do these images come from
these fickers of twisted torment
why are my hands locked around
a stranger's throat

and why
is there a severed hand
under my pillow
I don't remember
putting it there

Perhaps I really am
that monster I dream I am
and this life
is but a dream
of what I wish I were