Nightmare

by Addicted to You   Jul 10, 2008


The room is white
I hear a clock
Ticking
Ticking
Then it stops
And I cringe
At the loud banging
Coming from this machine
At the loud
Screaming
Screaming
Coming from this man
And he wont stop
So I start
Crying
Crying
The room becomes
Black
Black
I see blood on the walls
On the floor
All over me
Then it stops
All of it
And all I hear is the clock
Ticking
Ticking

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