It always started as something nice
a date on the water or up in the trees
a feeling a love, joy, birds and the bees

But then it would happen,
The day would turn dark,
3 evil figures trying take my heart.

My joy turns to fear,
I am unsure what to do,
I grab her delicate hand,
and take off through the night.

Panting, frantic, my vision blurry.
The figures are gaining,
and we have a lot to lose

Then all of a sudden
my fear turned to hate
soon we stopped runnin
so we could face our fate

I turn to the figures
as they circle around us
I can feel my heart pounding
but then all of a sudden,
nothing

I run at the one
and disfigure its body
the next I do worst
something ungodly

I tear them limb from limb
body parts and blood surround us
it's a truly gruesome seen
as I wake to my own screaming

These are the night terrors
Of someone not sane
These were my night terrors
During a time of great pain