Nightmares

by Harley   Aug 1, 2008


At my house, in my room, the nightmare has come to fill the empty space in my tomb,
it is creeping it's way towards the door,
and slowly starting to ignore,
the voices inside my ears,
and my slowly falling fears,
I open my eyes,
and see the open skys that lay above me,
And i start to wonder if you love me.

By: Harley & James

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