The Man with the Silver Cane

Those painful dreams capture your mind,
Your running with nothing to find.
A kind face eases your pain,
The man with the silver cane.

He welcomes you to his warm home,
You thank him for the kindness he's shown.
His sweet face banishes your pain,
The man with the silver cane.

Dreams keep passing through your head,
He helps you and takes you to bed.
His calm face treats your pain,
The man with the silver cane.

Upstairs is over run by a smell,
Like rotting bodies burning in hell.
His strange face awakens your pain,
The man with the silver cane.

You show that you know with your eyes,
He tries to cover up with all his lies,
His scheming face fills you with pain,
The man with the silver cane.

The sky is alight with the shine of the moon,
You see that rotten corpses litter the room.
His tortured face stabs you with pain,
The man with the silver cane.

The dreams are awakened in your head,
They call out to you voices of the dead.
His evil face tortures you with pain,
The man with the silver cane.

You realize that this man isn't what he seems,
He is the one that terrorized your dreams.
His familiar face deepens the pain,
The man with the silver cane.