i wake up in the middle of the night ,
bady bathed in a cold sweat ,
reminiscent of the feverish dreams that always haunt me say and night.
running . i m always running , cuz someone s coming.
i can feel the breath on the back of my neck,
arms and legs fell like lead.
wish i was dead, body s numb,
like the pounding of a rum in mr throar.
what the i #%$k, now i m bull-ass naked,
this better not be some %#% joke.
voyeurs, a thousand eyes condemning looks,