My Nightmare Begins Here

by Amba   Jun 24, 2005


My nightmare begins here.
Drenched in all my Abnormal Fears.
Begins with the shaking, then follows the whiteness of my skin
Then seeps out the anger that tortures me from within

Shaking violently, trying to self control,
Your meant to be dead, And the room becomes cold.
Are you back for me, cause i forgot you, do you want Revenge?
What do you want from me my long lost friend?

When we were little girls, we were walking home,
And your home is were we got, and we found we were not alone.
In your house was a angry looking man,
And this man started to give out demands.

The demands were dirty and they started to get really cruel
And his dirty desires, he made you and me fulfill.
We both thought f**k it, and started to run..
And one of us he grabbed for, and pulled out the gun.

A life was ended, as i ran out the open door and screamed
I screamed for help, wishing it was all a dream..
But it wasn’t, my friend was dead, and i made it out alive
The man made it to, and my spirit was deprived

But now here again, you stand at the end of my bed
And i think back of when you died, as it runs over again through my head.
I’m sorry i did not help you, I wish i could turn back time
My life was not worth living, He should of taken mine

Hey, I\'m not sure if i should of stuck this in explicit, but it still is dark.. thanks for reading it

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  • 17 years ago

    by Xx Eternal Fantasy xX

    Very nice poem. I really liked it. 5/5 great job.
    Thanx 4 comenting on my poem it means a lot and yea I really do that. I no its sad nd sick but I still do it . But anyway I wudnt really kill myself.
    Take care

  • 17 years ago

    by Twisted By You

    I like it alot! By the way, thanx for commenting on mine :P

  • 18 years ago

    by unprotected lover

    My poem i wrote is kinda true, my friends locked up in kearney, a juevinal jail, and he wants to go awol, (away with out leave) last time he tried to kill himself on pills, and I went all the way to his house, and called the police and stuff, and so yeah, but hes locked up and wants to kill himself but he hasnt tried anything yet
    nice poem, excellent

  • 18 years ago

    by Amanda Bee

    Wow. That was sad. Was it a true story? Nice write. I enjoyed it:)

  • 18 years ago

    by GoodMorning

    ha ha that's right poetess!!

    GO HIPPIE/TREE HUGGER PEOPLE!