Bad Dream;
Hands shaking
Loosing count
Feeling the bottom
She's run out
No more pain
No more pills
Only death
What a thrill
Vision fuzzy
Fading away
Its dying time:
This is the day
She is gone
In crimson snow
Dead white body
No lively glow
Shaking hands
Shake no more
Laying still
On the floor
I'm forced awake
From this dream
Is death not
What it seems?
