The Knife

Stuck in a panic, I'm lost in the dark.

A bad, mad man, who's manic - circling like a shark.

It's just my luck - I can't outrun his truck.

There's two, you see - must be a party,

and in the house, I'm stuck under some debris.

All I have is a knife - it's my only defense.

Memories that still haunt me,

just let it go - it's only past tense.

Oh, no!

I hear his voice, I knew that he found me,

and all that I'm consumed by, is the sound of my heart pounding.

BOOM, BOOM goes the sound - amplified like a stethoscope;

I never thought it'd end up like this - full of hope to a big NOPE.

Still stuck in a panic, he pulls me up by my hand,

as my knife slips - I grasp it back in a frantic;

free from the debris, but stuck with this mad, manic man.

He sees and takes away from me - my only defense - my knife,

instantly I was flooded with regrets for becoming his wife.

Then suddenly it was over, I was safe, this was the end.

Woke up to it being a dream - was it all just pretend?