Nightmares Aren't Good
Nightmares Aren't Good
Last night I crawled to my sister's bedroom
And stared at her until she woke.
I knew the moon was up there
But its presence was not felt
And that was a dread.
I felt my skin getting bloodless
And I was turning into a fright mess
My nose grew old and thin
And I got beards from nowhere.
But my sister wasn't scared
Instead, she laughed till death.
She said she put me in the best attire.
She had some boiling lubricant
And if it was on me, I would be brunt.
But she wasn't pretty good at kindness
She spilled it all over and found it was
The best thing she could do.
I screamed until my throat was ready to fall off.
My sister said ' Remember that wasn't any nightmare'