Watching a Nightmare
From an early sequel of “Nightmare on Elm Street”
I cringe when the blond woman screams
Reveal her where-about to the ruthless reaper of souls.
This nightmare will be her final dream.
I cringe when the blond woman screams.
Death has a face that can not be seen.
He stole her breath with steel, so cold.
I cringe when the blond woman screams
Reveal her where-about to the ruthless reaper of souls.
Copyright © Earle Brown | Year Posted 2010
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