Possessed

[Peace_Maker]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7YZwrq-uaXk

(Chorus x2)
In my dreams I have visions of just me and a pen
and I wake to find rhyme books filled to the brim

(Verse)
This hand writing is strange, scribbled right on the page
Whoever wrote it's insane, it ain't hard to tell
Demonic rituals, the thoughts of hardened criminals
this individual should be locked in a cell
or sent hell, lakes of flame, to quench their thirst
I lit the fire place, and tossed the books into burn
I took their ashes and placed them into an urn
Went to a graveyard and buried them into the Earth
I felt cursed, the night went foggy and gray
I looked around and was met with a horrid display
Fleshless limbs, in dirt, tore through the graves
The tombstones crumbled and burst in a haze
I turnt in a daze, and sprinted to the metal gates
Only to be met with the site of the undead who await
They look lifeless but their eyes red and ablaze
I jerked the covers off, I'm in bed and awake
I prayed, and while on my knees my hands shook
I kneeled before a site, that pile of damned books

(Chorus x2)
In my dreams I have visions of just me and a pen
and I wake to find rhyme books filled to the brim