My Dreams
I have over come so many things
Why is this so hard to stop in
My dreams; Why must I cry
Before I sleep, and wake up
To scream cant I just sleep
As everyone dreams.
The devil's hour appears to
Rip me out of my sleep and
Take me through a realm,
Of endless torture. I've dropped
Out the sky and dive bomb like
A vulture. I feel this weighs on my
Shoulders.
The rape feels real again as the
month passes by. The weight of
His body lays on top where my
Innocents lie. The endless dream
I can't escape, my dreams repeats
It's self as I laid there and watched
My innocents being raped away.
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