What is wrong with her eyes?. A glossy stare that won't leave me be. Starts my blood running cold. A gaze that could make hell freeze over. . I have to understand she's gone.
Wake up... Wake up... Wake up.... . My eyes open wide as I wake, panting, some say that dreams have deeper meaning.. That they are cries from our subconscious..
As the water drips from the sky,. I start to wonder if I'm still alive. Then I have to find an answer.. Could it be that it was a dream,. And I'm still beside her?.