Your Dreams, Your Screams
This is one of my old poems from INO Proof
This is about an ex-friend saying I stabbed her in the back or something-
As I lay listening to your screams
I remember such awful, awful dreams
These dreams I remember
Bring back a cold night in December
The night in question
You gave such a suggestion
To get a life
That night, you gave me a knife
I remember thinking
Your plan is going to be sinking
But it all worked out well
Leaving me in a cold, damp cell
A knife in her back
The blood so red looking black
Your screams are about me
And you never letting me be
Bring back the silent dream
That never let me redeem
Told me that your screams
Are only apart of this awful, awful dream.
This is about an ex-friend saying I stabbed her in the back or something-
As I lay listening to your screams
I remember such awful, awful dreams
These dreams I remember
Bring back a cold night in December
The night in question
You gave such a suggestion
To get a life
That night, you gave me a knife
I remember thinking
Your plan is going to be sinking
But it all worked out well
Leaving me in a cold, damp cell
A knife in her back
The blood so red looking black
Your screams are about me
And you never letting me be
Bring back the silent dream
That never let me redeem
Told me that your screams
Are only apart of this awful, awful dream.