nightmare

These razor blades just don't cut too deep.
Yet these wounds still won't heal.
Blood flows like a river down the haunted passage.
Drowning in a sea of of sin in my sleep.
This demon is wrecking my soul like a savage.
Ripping out my spinal chord so that I won't leap
out of the grasp of this carnage.
It's claws anchored into my ankles
Nails piercing through my skin.
With a grip like a pair of shackles.
Hear my screams of agony coming from within.
I'm fighting a losing battle.
Motionless like a puppet on a string.
The devil lurks in the shadows.
Observing every move I make
As my demons drag me to the gallows.
He already has my soul, what more is there to take.
In the distance I hear the chants
By the thousands.
The demons march.
As the ground gives way
To the devil's brigade
One two he's coming for you
Three four puddle of blood on the floor
Five six you're destined to be crucifix
Seven eight no time to retaliate
Nine ten he'll come back for you again