awoken in the dead of night,
i sit up in my bed,
and shudder at the thoughts of fright,
i've dreampt up in my head.
i hear the throe of children's cries,
and see their fatly dooms,
i see the pain in their tear streaked eyes,
and touch their baleful tombs.
hidden beneath my blankets,
with my knees tucked to my chin,
watching those who burn in deamonic pits,
whose lives were ruled by sin.
are dreams merely windows to the mind,
or do they hold the futures of mankind? |
