100 feet beneath <br />where the angels cannot sing. <br />There are demons waiting for me, <br />eternal darkness in their souls, <br />infernal fire in their veins. <br /> <br />100 feet beneath, <br />only darkness I'm allowed to see. <br />My soul will drift away <br />amongst the other souls will float. <br /> <br />Walking on the path that ends with dark-red light, <br />there is the abyss of pain and misery <br /> <br />What the hell I am doing here? ! <br />Without a reason I had to die. <br />In a winter frost I run <br />in the middle of the night. <br /> <br />The last I saw was a lake covered with ice <br />and I'm falling into it. <br />Now I see red, hot river <br />that is pouring into the sea of fever. <br /> <br />I must shiver, <br />but I was always such a nightmare dreamer. <br /> <br />This all was a dream, <br />but now I should shiver. <br /> <br />It is middle of the winter night, <br />there is a lake and I could come nearer. <br />Sometimes I got suicide fever.<br /><br />Kiele Kane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nightmare-dreamer/
