Nightmare

The ground is cold and dirty The shackles on your wrists are sturdy The room is dark, very quiet You can escape, you have to try it Wait until the coast is clear Be still and silent when they're near. Now's your chance C'mon, run! Look, see that? That's the sun. But what is it you hear? A dull thumping. Your breath's uneasy, heart is jumping The doors creak when you open them You're dragged back into the filthy den With the big henchmen and the evil man Struggle and use all the strength that you can. They strap you to a metal table And pick up a bottle with a deadly label Standing above you, big and tall In a panic, you kick Someone falls. You go to scream, no noise is heard When your parents wake you, you can't say a word.