• I stare into its dark eyes
    full of hatred and sarrow
    it makes me wonder
    if there will be a tomarrow
    i hate him
    i wish he were dead
    he takes a step closer,
    his eyes glow red
    i wake up screaming
    a shiver runs down my spine
    i stare at my bed
    everything seems fine
    it was all a dream
    it had to be,
    but no there he was...
    waiting for me