Every time i sleep i hear screaming,
every time i wake i feel myself weeping,
my body is turned,
and twisted with fright,
with the thought and dread of that dreadful night,
i feel lost and alone,
and unable to sit still,
i am waiting for the horror to rise and fulfill,
i wonder if the day will come,
where the sadness leaves,
and the smile becomes,
a truthful smile,
that has no dought,
that has no sadness,
or a life to feel would be better without,
i wait for that day more and more,
but the more my dreams come,
the more i fall,
i want to be free,
free from the hurt,
free from the sadness,
and free from the voice,
the voice that tells me it will be OK,
that the bad dreams will get chased away,
that voice is over taken by the evil that is within,
a person who feels nothing,
and is filled with sin,
take me away,
let me break free,
for this will continue if i do not leave.
