Nightmare

Nightmare
Current mood: creative

have you ever heard the screams like i have?

have you ever heard the cries like i have?

have you ever heard the floor creek like i have?

the blood from your eyes seem to freeze,

never again would i walk past the breeze,

my had floats through like water,

fear holds you like a father,

and leaves you like a father,

you cant help but open the door,

but you know whats behind,

you cant look up from the floor,

you wish you were blind,

you see yourself,

but its not you,

is it?

who would make such a dicision,

the hook of this vision,

will stay in you forever,

the sun will never look at you the same,

you are to blame,

the blood is on your hands,

tell yourself it was a nightmare,

but they can see it in your stare,

the scatches on the wall,

not from your hands,

the blood on the floor,

not from your veins,

but the knife in your chest,

was yours at best,

it was just a nightmare,

wouldnt that be nice,

the eyes of mice,

the blood is on your hands,

and where you stand,

its not just a nightmare