Reaching Out your hand,
You called to me.
Beckoned for me to follow,
For Well I stood Up in the mud,
Nightmares You call to me,
Breaking my dreams of all the good,
I listened to your cries,
I came to you.
Your heartbroken melodys you sung,
Your Smile so broken and sad.
Until I relized you where once me.
The smiling face of a young blonde,
Blonde hair shiney and long,
Brown eyes shining in joy and warmth.
I have grown up.
I lost my cute baby face.
My eyes no gleam with a cold light.
Oh nightmares,
You played a apart in my look.
Dark bags sleep under my eyes,
Dark eyes rimmed by black eyeliner,
Lips no longer smiling,
but skin broken from teeth.
Oh Nightmares I came to your pleas.
You called and i came.
It was stupid yes.
Yet I came,
I missed the 9 year old me.
It was all so simple.
So I came back.
But I was lied to,
You brought me to the dark pit,
My fears worsened day by day,
You showed me sin,
That at the time it was okay,
You showed me that I was falling again.
No matter how I much I yell out.
You mask my screams with laughter.
Mocking and cold.
Why?
I missed It.
I wanted it to be the same as it was back then,
Yet Your dragging me down worse.
Nightmares