Every time I lay down my head
These dreams fill me with dread,
Now Screaming,
I'm not Dreaming.
Falling deep into this dream
Dying slowly.how's that seem,
Oh the faces
I've seen these places.
Now it seems this dream is real
Many things are soon to reveal.
Blades near her throat,cold and unforgiving
How she hates to be near to unliving,
But wishes come true
In a day or two.
Drip,
Drip,
Drip.
Blood hits the ground,
This dream's turned 'round,
Slowly she's waking
In her sheets she is shaking.
Looking down,she sees her blood
Now soon she shall be headed above,
But wait,think of the wrong
She thinks oh dear God,
And wishes for
one
last
chance.
Now no more dreams have can enter her head,
For you see now she is dead.
