The Silence... Part 2

I woke up startled
Afraid of that dream...
I was cold with sweat...
out of breath with that scream.

I looked around,
Home and alone...
The silence grows ever deafening...
The darkness has a tone...

I pull the covers over my head,
The silence, beckoning me still...
That dream i had, was it really a dream?
I get up and take that pill...

This dream occurs every night,
without fail and always on time...
It wakes me the same, I think it means something...
Its silence as cynical as a mime...

I stretch and yawn and start out my day...
The sun shines, and birds sing.
The dream i had its over for now,
but i still feel this horrible sting...

I look in the mirror and on my throat,
a puncture of two minor holes...
as blood escapes, i grasp in pain,
My dreams, was this their goal?

 *bit of a twist right? well, this poem isn't over yet, part 3 is already underway...*