The Nightmare

If only one can be saved, how do you choose? And, still, there is no guarantee... A sad story from a grieving mind, of a fiery end at the side of a loved one.

The walls are stained with a mist, black as night

My mind says it's hopeless, but still I fight

I hear their screams ringing in my head

If they don't get out, they soon will be dead

Shadows appear; two families I see

Only one can be saved, the choice up to me

The first - those I love - are only three

By faith and love, they will be free

The second I fear; they number to four

Lost, like me, they must escape this horror

I lead them quickly, urging them down the halls

Until, at last, the strongest one falls

"Go," she tells me. "You shouldn't die, too."

"No," I reply. "I'm not leaving you."

We move along, slowly, her on my back

Until my world finally turns black

As we lay dying, myself and the child

The insanity returns, strong and wild

A pattern on the ceiling, a twist of the knife

Laughs, "Congratulations! You've cost her her life."

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[samparks,sam]

We move along, slowly, her on my back
Until my world finally turns black
As we lay dying, myself and the child
The insanity returns, strong and wild
A pattern on the ceiling, a twist of the knife
Laughs, "Congratulations! You've cost her her life."


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