The dark, dreary night
Brings the greatest fear of fright.
The sky full of clouds
Starts to clear as the moon’s heartbeat pounds.
My world seems to be a dream,
Then I try to force out a scream.
As the world becomes a reality,
I feel the heartbreak of a fatality.
I begin to see all the others,
Standing there giving their condolences for my mother.
My eyes begin to feel with tears,
While I think of all my fears.
I can still hear the gunshot,
And when I do, I see the blood spot.
The killer begins to run,
While she says, “It’ll be okay, son.”
The tears that run down her face
Make my heart begin to race.
Then I see the bright glare,
And hear my mother saying, “It’s okay, you had a nightmare.”