Dreams.

It's time to go to sleep.
So I close my eyes and dream.
I dream of broken butterflies,
And kids that are so mean.

I dream of morbid murders,
and stories of suicide.
I dream and dream and dream
of kids that only cry.

Next, I dream of kidnapping,
And all the terror it brings.
I dream of knives I dream of swords,
And ghosts that nightly sing.

It is time to wake up.
And dreams can no longer be.
But now I sadly discover,
My dreams are reality.