Exaltation

Screeching from the trenches of darkness
Horrid dreams which waken us into consciousness
They gnaw at your thoughts and emotions
Over time, shaping your very psyche

We become players in a plot
Living for that moment, caught in it
Trapped in our creative consciousness
No matter how delicious

Those few hours, late in the night
We are all the people we are not in actuality
The mind's urges, temptations, and unlimited power
Comes to life for a brief instant while to play pretend.