The Nightmare

15 November 2004

10:36 P.M.

Come, come

Take me from…

I call to thee

In my moment of need

Please come, come

Please take me from

This nightmare.

My mother sits

In her rocking chair

Tequila on her breath

I smell it there

My father lies

In a slumbering haze

The drugs have been

In his system for days

Come, come

Take me from…

I call to Thee

In my moment of need

Please come, come

Please take me from

This nightmare

My brother cries

All through the night

He's full of hunger,

Thirst, and fright

My sister makes

Not even a peep

I'm not quite sure

If she's only asleep

Come, come

Take me from

I call to Thee

In my moment of need

Please come, come

Please take me from

This nightmare

I can't go on

Like this too long

It's only just

I'm not that strong

I've got the gun

Pressed to my head

I pull the trigger

One shot, I'm dead

Come, come

Take me from

I call to Thee

In my moment of need

Please come, come

Please take me from

This nightmare

Come, come

Take me from

I call to Thee

In my moment of need

Please come, come

Please take me from

This nightmare