By the way, when she says pills, she means sleeping pills.
Running through a boiler room
Bare feet hit the floor
Scraping metal not far behind,
Have to reach the door.
Steam blasts me in the face
Screams from his victims fill my ear.
I've hit a dead end; I turn around
And see the embodiment of fear.
Red and green sweater, entirely burnt head
I look down and find
There are knives on the ends of his fingers
And terror fills my mind.
He drags his claws along a pipe
I run away up an elevator lift.
"Wake up, wake up!" I tell myself,
But Fate denies me this gift.
Freddy Krueger killed my two sisters
Now he wants to take me.
He grabs my ankle, I trip and fall
I fear I'll be number three.
He slits my Achilles, I sob and sob
The pain is so hard to endure.
I wish I had taken my pills tonight
They are my only cure.
"Come to Freddy." He taunts me well,
Grinning with his ugly teeth.
He lifts me up by my nightgown's neck
I won't be taken by this thief.
I kick him as hard as I can in the crotch
Bleeding, I decide not to stay.
"You can run but you can't hide." He says,
As I run, I'll find a way.
I fall into a pool of my best friend's blood
I swallow some, cry and scream.
As Krueger's shadow falls on me,
I shriek, "It's just a dream!"
I wake up entirely covered in blood,
Still screaming as hard as I can.
The wounds and the memory of his hands on my throat
Keep the nightmare from beginning again.