The Nightmare
Never say never, when worst comes to worst,
Evil is a heathen, my hearts going to burst.
I have nothing to say, my mouth is shut tight,
Except when I scream in the dead of the night.
The living nightmare follows without sound,
Its glaring from the shadows, waiting to take you down.
Feeling so small.. so fragile, so weak,
It growls right behind you, but you cant move or speak.
Suddenly released, you look everywhere,
He lurks nearby, but hes seemingly nowhere.
I know better than that... he never leaves.
He will wait until you feel strong again,
And he'll bring you to your knees.
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