He dreams of his dark past.
His dreams make his nightmare's last.
His nightmare's come alive.
And at the sametime he just died.
Dreaming of a certain place.
Dreaming of a place he hates.
This place puts him in a different state.
A place that makes him feel wrong.
A place that he doesn't belong.
Peice's of his past come to life.
And he wishes he could have died.
Nobody should live like that at the age of five.
Blood wasn't anything new to him.
He's had to wash it off of his skin.
He dreams of the place that he doesn't want to be.
He dreams of something he doesn't want to see.
He wakes with hatred in his eyes.
Hate, vengance, and dispise.
Night after night.
The same dream of doing nothing right.
He dreams of a childhood that he missed out on.
The childhood that is long gone.
Dreaming of hugging those two girls.
The two girls he would give the world.
He hugs his two sisters.
With bloody and swullen blisters.
Blistered figertips.
He holds them as the blood drips.
The world could fall apart.
But still he holds them close to his heart.
He dreams of his dark past.
His dreams make his nightmare's last.
His nightmare comes alive.
And at the sametime a peice of him died.
He dreams of his childhood that won't ever come back.
He dreams of his nightmare's that fades to black...
