My Walking Nightmare

She...

My walking Nightmare,
The birth of my failed dreams.

Now I wished I never meet her,
For she is a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.

Boom!

My visions are gone,
In my bones are raging storms,
Consuming me with fire dressed in beautiful thorn.

Now I wished I was perfect,
To create and set her dreams carefully in a basket,
But I wasn't.

For She...

She was my Nightingale,
The only way to chase away my dark days, so I thought.
Now I wished there will be light at the end of the tower gates.

And there wasn't,
For darkness embraced our arms as lovers,
Now I am bonded with what I created with my mind.

So!

I need someone to wake me up,
A savior to break me up,
So that my piece can be a piece of advice to making up.

Let me sing to the birds, for as long as I want,
maybe I will finally trace the origin of the song, that gave my nightmares a form.

She...

My walking Nightmare,
The product of my failed dreams.

Now I finally cough it,
Right there in my mind, masquerading to be the same being.

Yeah!

A clean house is a holy nation,
That was how I fought the beast in my mind,

The same way I destroyed her wings,
Now she is story to be told as a walking Nightmare to the kings.