When My Nightmare Comes To Play

Stuck again in this recurring dream, where I can't open my eyes; I scream and there's no sound at all, but inside I hear the cries. I'm pushed off of a precipice, and I watch myself fade away; I slip further into blackness, all I can do is pray. I never hit the bottom, knowing if I do I'll surely die; I hear the laughter but no ones there, my mind can't reason why. I'm barely holding on to sanity, and can't tell what's lies or real; I'm locked so deep within this hell, where I'm just to numb to feel. So now I start to wonder, if perhaps I'm really dead; And just as that fear grips my soul, I bolt upright in my bed. A puddle of sweat surrounds me, I get up and go about my day; But dread the next time I lay me down, and my nightmare comes to play.