I sat in my room
For hours and hours
Trying to tell them
They aren't in power
My life went to hell
My grandfather died
He was my rock
And I wasn't even nine
It was the last day of summer break
I sat up all night
Frighteningly awake
Their were voices
In my head
Telling me just to go to bed
So I did...
I dreamt that night
Of my grandfather
With glowing red eyes
Like a murderer
I knew it wasn't him
So I woke up in alarm
Who would've thought
I had scratches down my arm
I miss him still
But I can't stand to think about him
When I do...
I think of that dream