They come to me in my sleep
i wake up and see their faces
old and young bloody and burned
children,women,men; all angry.
choosing me to hate,to hurt to scare;
to punish for something that
made them die there...
made them like they are.scary angry
spirits and souls,wandering around
i feel the sweat on my back and my neck
i close my eyes and wish them away,
they cause me pain , i feel their agony
i tell them to leave..i tell them to go
i curl into a ball and scream into and empty room
MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP
i open my eyes, and look all around, the room is dark
and empty..with no sound
but my heart in my ears, and the wind outside
i am alone, alone with with my mind.
