• Count two three a Nightmare

    A nightmare percisly a hostile dream.
    "awaken yourself" surrounded. skattered with dolls
    one is which could speak. Her eyes a gleam
    you gather a breath as your chased to stalls.

    "One two three" As you count in your mind
    A dead still silence. and here comes a grin.
    the third stall down was filled with a mime
    begining to laugh With a white pointed chin.

    The floor turns pitch black as you start to race.
    Wounds left unclean, one child cries
    you know its a trap but still at same pace
    "I cant die in love" just tell yourself lies.

    asking brutally to her "cant you see Im in pain"
    A beautiful nurse stands with a smile
    stabbed more than once upon all your vains
    She giggles ubundantly for more than the while

    And the crying gets closer but again comes a nurse.
    emboarderd in gray, a long over worn skirt
    you are shoved in a coffin, loaded onto the hearse
    Filled with two people the size a bit curt.

    "anxiety" begins to Flood a blank mind
    Death sneaks upon, close, shutting your eyes
    The sun caresses your body quite kind
    As there's suffer, rope burn, two hands were once tied.

    See the young girl beside you
    Her body still as clay
    "Be kind and sweet to me"
    "I may be your nurse someday"