Old Dreams

It's been a long night of dull pain and sharp panic.
Orb against my temple, she tells me I have purpose in her metal voice, but I cried myself to sleep, tearing at myself with the fingernails of my conscience.
I am at war with everything around me; I feel like scorched earth, but secrets are still buried deep in my fields.
Do I trust her when she says that I am loved, or do I follow the desire to disappear?
I am afraid that all that remains of the me from before is restless sleep and disturbing dreams.
Old Dreams