I’d take back hell, Before I took back you, It’d be a pleasure not a pain, Kiss my dreams, pierce my vein, And the tears fall, You’re voice echoes through the hall, So now I’m lying on the floor, Pool of sweat, blood-and acid dripping. And the dreams like fantasies are real, But haunt me when I open my eyes, The windows staring-streaks of red, Upon my shadow faded blouse, WHAT IS GOING ON IN THIS HOUSE!?! I see your face and get scared, Your mouth is silently screaming. You’re eyes shocked open, Just like in my dream- Where the acid drips from your fear inflicted face, But I smiled and watched your skin peel away. That’s what haunts me to this day.