Shadowed are the nightmares
The days of my youth
Medusa imploding snakes
Bitter products of sour grapes
Footsteps of the Devil
For the bottle he was a slave
Leaving for him an early grave
Dwelling is the reality
of a growing boys hate
Nightmares fade in shadowed images
As from the night I must awake
And from me all the days of youth
My father from me did take
And now no longer do I sleep
For I do not count the sheep
As in mist nightmares fade away
hiding from the changes made
To regain this life I no longer hate