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Lying awake alone in this hospital bed, There are a million thoughts in my head, I can hear footsteps creeping around, I feel weak, I'm falling to the ground.
The rustling of the curtains scares me, The shadows on the wall, I can see, It is a frosty, cold winters night, My body is shaking with fright.
I hear a whistling coming from outside, Under the duvet covers, I will hide, The walls seem to be slowly closing in, It is a dark night, the light is only dim.
Being beaten until I'm black and blue, Seeing the terrifying face that is you, Lying in the hospital, I am in pain, I don't want this to happen, ever again.
The shadows seem to be leaping out, Can't I cry, scream or even shout? My bones are all broken, I am hurt, Lying all alone in this night shirt.
You cruel, crackling laugh is on my mind, The fright I felt as you crept up behind, Everything's back to normal, I look around, No more shadows, footsteps on the ground.
I slowly begin to close my tired little eyes, I can no longer here my desperate cries, Lying here alone in this hospital bed, I am just lucky that I am not dead.
Twisted-Danceing-Corpse · Thu Jul 20, 2006 @ 12:00am · 0 Comments |
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