A Childhood Nightmare
The horrendous thing is near
indeed something to fear
a face of a child once broken
a fear known but never spoken
a light so dim seeing
sometimes makes hard in believing
The anger inside is screaming
the hideous thing its scheming
In the night the face seems shifted
I think I see it but miss it
No where to turn nothing in sight
I cant see the battle,
but will avoid the fight
In the mists of my adrenaline i seem to forget
This is of no game but more of a bet
The power is there’s, they need it known loud
It wants to be seen, in the middle of the crowd
The things need be done is nothing to be said
The attention is earned, the feening has been fed
