Dreams of Hate
Dreams of Pain inside...
A bowl of howls
screams of torture...
Gripping so tightly to steal your only breath,
Holding on densely are the Chains of Death...
Sir what time do we go over the hill
be quiet soldier keep very still...
Scream
Dreamer...
I will give you a bitter sweet revenge;
Faceless tears streaming down a beautiful face...
This is the start...
Of what will soon become...
Shadows of moments gone
Haunt her like a ghost...
And she doesn't want to talk about it,
She doesn't want to cry...
-I won't say what this is about, see if you can...
Cry as hard as you can...
Twisting on the inside
Biting through this pale flesh...
In a corner a young girl sits
her fragile heart lays in bits...