The Nightmare...

As i lay inside my room,
i realize my life's filled of doom.
A look down at my wrist,
then glance at the heart carved in my fist.

I take the knife from under my bed
I look at it then put it to my head
i think hard about my life
& grip my fist tight around the knife

I fill the tip sink in my skin
i think "O" god I'm living in sin
I fill the blood trickle down my face
then think I'm going to a better place.

I watch the blood around my feet
i lye there motionless as i weep
all the sudden i hear a scream
then i woke up and it was all a dream.