The sound of my heart beat
Echoes down the street
Where nightmares and fears meet.
My wounded soul in the dark,
By the corner of the street
Where I sat all alone, I cried.
I held my head with both hands
As it chimed like the sound of the London bell.
My eyes shook badly.
My nose ran, petrified of the gory lady in my nightmare.
My closed eyes could see her clearly.
Blood ran down her eyes and from her nose.
She stretched her chopped off fingers to me
For help, I was scared
I closed my ears but I could hear her scream in agony.
Her gown was tore and covered in blood
In agony she screamed and screamed
But I stood behind the lines shaking.