Running.
Running.
Never stopping.
Isn’t that what you want?
Hiding.
Hiding.
Always Hidden.
Did you really think I forgot?
I run and run,
And look for cover.
But still the tortures
Will persist.
They call these dreams?
This, is a nightmare.
On and on..
I don’t want this.
A brand new terror
Every night.
Plucked from my brain,
For the worst of frights.
On and on
My dream recurring,
Peaceful nights
All fade away.
I wake up crying,
No comfort for me.
I pray and hope…
Yet the nightmares stay.
Spiders, heart break,
Those are easy.
Darkness, Pain,
One and the same.
From telling me
Iv been forgotten,
To drowning slow
In acid rain.
I hope one day
They leave my head,
I hate the feel
Of constant dread.
So lets hope that
When again a sleep,
Ill dream of something soft,
Like sheep.