The dream you had..
It frightned ME!
But it wasn't my dream,
It was yours.
The way you told it,
With such a sad voice,
It scared me,
But why would you dream of me dying?
And the way you said he screamed,
When I was gone,
Like a piece of his sould had been ripped out.
Oh God...
I can picture it.
And hear it.
The tears in his eyes,
The way he held me,
As I slowly grew cold,
And screamed,
As I died,
So inhumanely.
I can picture it all.
And it makes me cry.
But it...
wasn't even my dream...
