Nightmare, Please Poem by Alexander Foald

Out of the space
Out of the hole
Seamless painting on the face
Broken faith had its own pole

Assignment torn the crumbling-down father
Be yourself, not your house!
I mean it when I put this whole attention
Secret should never have been told

Doubt and afraid of losing your way
Oh come one, everyone have to die someday!
Troopers would never make their way home
Children only have to wait until their doom

But as we fight the dementia, the old hysteria
You jump the cuts off of a noble man's trivia
Dreams they never trust before they asleep
Now lies on the way of what becomes their next trip

We are fine until tomorrow, don't be scared!
We are dying until we really die, behold!
As the night thrust its fangs on our skin
We could try the best to ignore what is pain