Life Nature Death

Nightmare

Nightmare

A scream,

it echos through my mind,

the darkness is oppressing.

And he,

walking with the dead,

is slowly with me progressing.

My hands they shake,

my blood runs cold,

his eyes are blankly staring.

Shivers, they run down my spine,

my teeth are loudly chat'ring.

And he, the one who knows it all,

my dreams,

my fears,

my sorrows,

My one, that is in different form,

my hate,

my greed,

my violence.

Oh he is stealing 'pon me fast,

his knowledge is increasing.

He, the remnant of my past,

in darkness he is feasting.

Oh daylight!

Won't you come again?

By night he grows the stronger.

Sweet Morning,

arn't you my friend?

Are you going to take much longer?

Get me out

of this endless hell!

I run, but see no hope.

The tree is grown,

the noose is tied,

my haunting dead man's rope.