NIGHTMARE

Hit me again it'll feel the same
my body is numb im used to this game
bruises and cuts will heal in time
and tainted scars will sing the rhyme
of a man whos pride lies in his hands
and the mark thats left on whom it lands
a man who finds me every night
and for his fun he makes me fight
my pouring blood drives his smile
for he is Moses and i the Nile
but my tears are his up most treasure
this proof of pain is his source of pleasure
the blood is mere paint to form his art
but painful tears give his image heart
now numb i lay with tearful eyes
those tears i hold are full of lies
my painful cries are full of hate
i played his game, i now play fate
from beneath my bed i grab a knife
i thrust it deep to end his life
my father died there on my floor
but haunts my dreams forever more