Nightmare of my sweetest love

Turning back I run. Quicker than my heart will beat. I scream for you. Your voice is there, yet you are not. Tis the nightmare of my sweetest love. I see your shadow at the top of twisted iron stairs. Your eyes are black... like your matted hair. I run to you. You only stare...not speaking. As if you had my heart.. you jesture for me to fallow. Fallow I do, my love. All to quickly. My head grows dizzy... the world spins into black. I fall down the stairs... Are you screaming? Are you laughing? Are we falling? Oh the nightmare of my bloodlove.