A contagious lament buried in my sole,
Nauseating, the taste of fear intoxicates my throat,
Melancholy nightmares haunting my mind,
The sickening feeling as another hope dies,
Dark invades, masquerading any light as it mottles,
It fades, like the hope and the prayers I hold to my heart,
Like the whispers and wishes that will never grow old,
Engraved in my heart with letters of gold,
A haunting dream,
A nightmare.

How can I hope as my dreams fade away?

Watching as bodies are cast into wagons,
Like nothing but frail beggars,
Their dignity snatched from them,
And locked in heavy chains,
Inprisoned in sombre depression,
Only to wish that I could turn back time,
To reverse the deaths,
The fate I awaited,
A haunting dream,
A nightmare.