I walk home
a lonely figure in the street
left foot forward, right foot forward
and repeat.
The pale city lights stream down
basking everything in white light
I can picture their frowns
as they scream and shout
How their piercing voices reverberates through the room
as I toss and turn in bed
when the nightmares start to bloom
threatening to shred
me.
So no matter how hard I try
I can't fall asleep
because what awaits me is not blue sky
but instead hell so deep
you can't imagine.
So now I'm walking home
hoping that finally my parents will stop quarreling
that instead they will come
and kiss away the monsters
read me bedtime stories with happy ever afters
so the dark marks of the curse will be gone
but that's impossible
It's a dream after all.