Shouting, it's all I hear.
Cars crash, people scream.
This is the dream,
my ultimate fear.
Whenever I close my eyes
the vision of crushed metal and tears,
the glimmer of drivers fears.
In the
ir eyes are unspoken cries.
My phsyciatrist say's it's just a dream.
Apparently I will get over it. Again,
poof, there goes the bloody stain.
But none of these words stop
    my endless scream.