She came silently at night, while everyone was uptight in their blanket. Bearing a dagger and sack of evil ideas and torture. Her eyes glow of innocence, her body in pain of abundance, her hands shaken by the terror. You can hear her heart beat in her mind. You can hear her thoughts in her heart. She saw his innocent heart, she took his innocent heart, she used his innocent heart, she broke his innocent heart, she left his innocent heart apart, and now his innocence is haunting her heart. Causing her to lose her heart in her mind and her mind in her heart. Mind that she is the reason that the nightmare is alive. Blood rushes like tides running out of her eyes, screaming to the inside, lower and lower her loud silent screams fade away. Its all just a pipe dream until you live in the nightmares of a broken heart.