Nightmare

by lorna westwick   Jul 12, 2005


Gun, knife, sword, Axe
run away real fast
just no time to relax
in my nightmares these are found
a terrifying scream
but no sound
murder going on everywhere
the scent of blood lingers in the air
pain and panic
theres so much fear
all because death is near
frightened faces
people going round in circles
familiar places
one step too far
death awaits one hundred paces
don't turn around
no time to stare
an arrow might come hurtling through the air
straight through the eye or arm
bones could be worn as a lucky charm
don't shut your eyes no time to sleep
too late nightmares begun
I'm in too deep

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  • 18 years ago

    by ScarletHaze

    wow hun thats rlly gd xox

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