i don't know if i was awake or asleep when i wrote this

Sleep is my greatest misfortune,
sleep...? Is my aberrant torture 
Never been consumed by something like this before
My body is at war, overwhelming gore 
My eyelids are folding over my body
As I roll into my flesh bed
I'm forced into a slumber, 
my eyes are obliged to unnaturally stay vexed  
I dream... or am I graveled? 
My intellect is gulled, it affronts, 
it soars into my heart
This is infernal, am I dreaming, or am I awake?
A vulture took my brain and put it on a stake 
I took the "dream" and buried it all around 
As I come back from my excursion
I am hampered, not manumitted  
I'm underground