Treasure Island

Jennifer Cramer

(August 8,1992 / Van Wert, Ohio)

Nightmare


Running, running
Must get away
It’s here, it’s here
I mustn’t stay

Com back, come back
I hear it say
I mean no harm
I just want to play

Faster, faster
I run around
Hush, be quiet
Make little sound

Step, step
Don’t make a peep
I’m so tired
But I mustn’t sleep

Die, die
I hear it scream
Your blood will flow
Like a stream

Pat, pat
I hear it coming
Closer now
Keep on running

Ha-ha, ha-ha
I see it grinning
Oh that laugh
My head is spinning

Yes, yes
Now I got you
I am winning
You always knew


Help me, help me
I say as I bleed
His job is done
He did his deed

Die, die
He sealed my fate
You run up
But you to late

Gone, gone
Flying on the wings of a dove
I’ll miss you
My true love

~2009~

Submitted: Monday, April 26, 2010
Edited: Thursday, September 16, 2010
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