13 November 2012
I sit here, In the dark night, Being eaten by fear, Being eaten by fright.
I'm scared to death, I want to run, I catch my breath. What have I done.
My thoughts are racing, I stifle a cry, And I start pacing, It's the end of you and I.
It seems to be the end, There's no way to escape, Of our dreams it descends, An imaginary place.
This isn't real, Or so I think, But us it will steal In less than a blink.
Opuss № I