The nights I sleep�get cold,
�I twist and turn, running from the dream
that cuts and chokes,
awakening from the dream
I�weep and gasp,
tears streaming down my my face I know it was burned inside my mind,
the nightmares come to me, they seem to get worse,
that seemed to be my curse,
happiness dimishes away...
I wonder how long it will last, each nightmare that comes
I begin to become more insane.
I can't escape it is my nemesis.