Tiredness takes me over,
knowing I have to sleep.
If I stay up, I will die.
If I sleep, I will not survive.
Walking to my bedroom
like a prisoner to the dungeon.
Knowing of the torture to come,
with this endless night of terror.
With creaking of the bedroom door
and the shadows cascading over the floor,
terror sinks into my body,
and fear runs into my mind.
I creep to my bed,
as the feeling of being watched rises in me.
The sinister stares of furniture turned evil,
by the demons of the night.
While I lie down on my bed,
I push the fear from my mind.
Closing my eyes with deep regret,
Knowing that the terror is about to begin.
I slowly drift off to sleep,
as demons enter my mind.
Torturing my body,
attacking me from every where.
I cannot escape from them,
No matter what I do.
They rip at my clothes
and tear at my flesh.
A sudden jolt runs through my body.
Waking me from my horrible sleep,
saving me from another night of terror.
SWEET DREAMS
People of all ages dream of dreams,
their hopes their goals, their one true love.
Dreams are people's great inspirations,
to poets, to musicians, to great inventors.
In the ecstasy of sleep one's soul is at rest,
giving people dreams of love and things to come.
Through the dream world, has come forth
the one who gives you peace of mind.
In the dream world, of bliss and splendor,
is the only place where true peace can come.
From the mind to the body,
rest will come ever lasting.
Upon the beginning of the day,
one will wake into the hell of morning.
To the days work you have to go,
always looking forward to the night's sleep.
BROKEN HEARTS
Through tears and dreams and broken hearts,
love finds another way of crashing down.
The one I love does not love back,
the way I wish she would love me.
Tears come rolling down like a waterfall,
washing my mind of my sorrows.
The water flows through my veins and fills my body,
while it drowns my heart and soul
My hopes and dreams will go unfulfilled,
because my love does not love back.
Now my dreams are in the back of my head,
waiting for another to fufill them.
Broken hearts can be minded,
but they will never be the same as they were
The hearts of the old are covered with scars,
from the ones that they have loved and lost.
LOVE
Through all of the confusion
I am left here standing wondering
If it is all worth it.
Then I think of you and think YES!
You always seem to be running
always leaving my grasp.
I always wonder, is it worth it?
Then I think of you and think YES!
You are torn between two people,
and I am one of them.
I want to Know if it is worth it?
Then I think of you and think YES!
You look sad and confused,
all I want to do is to help you.
If I help is it worth it?
Then I think of and think YES!
Please don't run from me,
all I want to do is help and hold you.
Yes I think it is all worth it,
Just to be near the one I care for, You.
LIFE
Red rover, red rover just bend right over
cause you are going to get fucked in the ass.
The boss has it out for you.
the prices are going up.
The kids want this.
Your wife wants that.
Your boss wants you to work overtime
with no extra pay.
The bills are late.
The car just broke down.
Your son is getting kicked out of school
for selling drugs to other kids.
Your daughter is pregnant.
Your wife is threatening to leave.
The bank is threatening to take the house
because you missed the last five payments.
There ain't much you can do.
you don't have a chioce,
but to bend right over
and take it like a man.
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