Shadowed in nightmares
Are the days of my youth
The Medusa exploding snakes
Hiding in closets under beds
The bitter by product of sour grapes
Symbols of yet another lost youth
Footsteps of the devil
trunk music for a early grave
For in that bottle he is a slave
live in the mist of our father's sins
Early on I will not dwell within
Held inside reality by hypnosis
The world would know the whole truth
Unlike my father not forsake the bottle
Angels as friends Demons I would throttle
Nothing could save Mom from an early grave
Drop that Monster being in a six foot hole
Life for this youth begins with him below
Shadowed in Nightmares I must let go