Death of Dreams

I used to live in my dreams. They were my one escape. 
I would run to my dreams away from life. 
But now it is my dreams I run from. 
O' how did this come to be that my dream that once saved me, 
Now haunts me? 
They taunt me and hunt me down. 
They mock me and drive me mad. 
I sit in my room every night trying to fight the sleep away. 
For with it the dreams come. 
But I fear I am losing the fight. 
I think I have to do something drastic this night. 
I sit and I think what I can do that will end this pain once and for all? How can I stop the dreams that will come? 
I feel them drawling near. I have not much time now. 
As I am about to fall prey to sleeps tormenting grasp. 
The answer comes to me. I must kill my dreams. 
That will set me free. So with my mind set firm on this endeavor, 
I walk to the bathroom and from the cabinet I take 
That which will set me free. 
And in a flash of heat the cold floor on my back. 
I rest knowing that the dreams shall never come ever again.