SlightlySane
December 21st, 2009, 09:11 PM
It’s one of those dreams
I can’t walk, move, talk..
I’m frozen in place
Only able to watch his face
As they drag him away
And hear his screams
While they make him pay
This poor boy, what has he done?
Was there a reason for this pain?
Will we ever know where he’s gone?
Was this all simply in vain?
He kicks and screams as they drag him down
I wish I could close my eyes, open they're bound
The blood runs as his fingers try to hold on
I wish for my ears to close, still I hear on
They beat him
And kick him
We’ll kill you!
They scream
He begs and he pleads
His life is on seams
Bound and gagged now
He cannot fight
He wishes to die soon
Long before night
I try to run
I want to scream
I cannot cry
Its torture it seems
He’s hurting so bad I can’t handle his pain
They're killing him slowly all for the fame
I can see the cold fear inside his young eyes
Never he’d have thought this way he would die
This poor boy is dead
All in my dream
Lifeless in bed
His body unclean
I am awake and now I can cry
Now I'm afraid, I cannot try
I’d have saved this poor boy
Had it not been my dream
I can’t walk, move, talk..
I’m frozen in place
Only able to watch his face
As they drag him away
And hear his screams
While they make him pay
This poor boy, what has he done?
Was there a reason for this pain?
Will we ever know where he’s gone?
Was this all simply in vain?
He kicks and screams as they drag him down
I wish I could close my eyes, open they're bound
The blood runs as his fingers try to hold on
I wish for my ears to close, still I hear on
They beat him
And kick him
We’ll kill you!
They scream
He begs and he pleads
His life is on seams
Bound and gagged now
He cannot fight
He wishes to die soon
Long before night
I try to run
I want to scream
I cannot cry
Its torture it seems
He’s hurting so bad I can’t handle his pain
They're killing him slowly all for the fame
I can see the cold fear inside his young eyes
Never he’d have thought this way he would die
This poor boy is dead
All in my dream
Lifeless in bed
His body unclean
I am awake and now I can cry
Now I'm afraid, I cannot try
I’d have saved this poor boy
Had it not been my dream