A constant nightmare,

in my conscious self.

Walking the hallways,

reading the path.

Weeping inside,

praying you are alive.

This nightmare,

this constant nightmare,

it won't go away.

You are my will to live.

Loving you for making me realize.

Still holding on to my might,

yours as well to keep living,

through and through.

This constant nightmare,

a nightmare of death,

not mine,

but yours.

I worry,

night and day,

my eyes growing heavy with tears.

As I think,

my love for you will continue,

as your life warys on.

Hoping to live,

I fear the likes of a rose,

for I don't want it to die.

This nightmare,

this constant nightmare of death,

the death of heavens love.

Rose.