Don't Scream Out

Here lies the dragon, the slayer of deep sleep.
A voice in the endless, my soul doth reap.
Ungrateful screams, raging through the night,
Dragged back from Tartarus, unto Elysian light.

Even in waking such ferocity remains.
The savage, integrated chasm of the wild untapped brain.

In nightmares and in dreams, we always run away,
Fighting back the darkness until the break of day.