I had a dream last night
About a little girl and a car

And the dream, what I remember
Disturbs me to no end

We wanted to take her
But where? Somewhere...

We felt we had to save her
From what? Her life?

And we were in the garage
With the door to the house open

The girl was 5 and was begging
It was disheartening

I think we left with her,
I remember her father

But I don't remember him
Or if we really took her

She's now followed me into
The recesses of my brain

And dwells there with
The night before's dream,

Much clearer and vivid tho
Darkly lit, brownish grey

Where I was being led off to death row
In shackles, handcuffs

And wondered why everyone was so upset I'd killed someone
Because it didn't bother me

I looked like Rod Ferrell
And I felt like he must have

Then it hit me - I would never see home again
My new life was death

And tho I still didn't cry
I asked if I could visit my mom

"Yes" they said "on weekends"
But I felt strange cos life as I knew it was ceasing to exit

Before my own eyes
At the hands of my own actions