Death of a Nightmare
Silent screams of anguish
Boil up to the surface of my mind
You tried to clone yourself into me
This torment and torture
Your teachings inflict upon me
Burn deep in my soul
Your way of life I abhore
Your lessons I reject
I have grown to be bitter
I felt like your little whore
Do as you say and as you do
You stole my life
I hate your world
Its like a festering boil
One I swim through daily
You are the demon under the bed
You are the killer of hopes
You are my ever waking nightmare
The screams are not so silent now
They ring out like songs of the devil
Hell hath no fury as youth scorned
The screams grow louder still
But wait, these screams are different
They are yours.
By RedGhost
© 2007 RedGhost
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