more than jus a dream

hes in my dreams,i can hear his deep voice and his screams                                                                                                       

i see him every now and then, this is like hell staring to begin

he creeps around in my house at nite,he lays low and trys to stay outa sight

he carrys a knife with drippin blood,the blood falls to the floor and starts to over flood

his face has alot of scars,everynite i look up and pray at the stars

i pray for my family to be respected,i just wish we could be protected

hes watchin me write this rite now,hes breathin over my shoulder almost like a growl

theres hate and evilness in his eyes,i sit on the floor and wait to c if the blood dries

i always wonder is this more than jus a dream,yes i think it is real or thats how it seems

        BY:SYEPHANIE