Your worst nightmare

The sun has gone down
and the moon has risen
the time has come to
all of your worst nightmares

your home alone
the doors are locked
the faucet water is
dripping drip,drip,drip

the storm has come
all lights are out
and what do you hear
a whisper in the late night
wind

a window breaks open and
the shattered pieces cut deep into your skin

your bleeding red
stains the carpet
so sick inside
your dying inside

as the sun rises
your life slowly
dissappers
into nothing but your worst
night mare.