Her Living Nightmare

This is for you, Stacey. You are my inspiration.

Has seen the dark side of the moon
Yet stands alive, breathing
On the inside she has died
Felt the pain from beyond, been eaten alive with it
The sword of Satan has pierced her heart whole
Everyday it bleeds a little
Everyday the pain is searing
Scars of her past are visible, crying out
Her mind is aching as it travels backwards
Time is broken, frozen against will
Here she lies, in the shadows of that sad, sad day
For she can still see IT’s face, the demon that surrounds her
IT’s all around her, laughing, mocking
Yet she holds on to tomorrow
Letting the light shine, getting brighter every second
She gets up and walks proudly
Walks down the road of life
Looking forward to the future
As her past creeps behind her