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 #%$k, now I"m bull-ass naked,
this better not be some %#% joke.
Voyeurs, a thousand eyes condemning looks,
damning visages so menacing
I can’t even cty. Duck and hide,
the fear inside is building up.
This time I know it’s it. This time
I"ll gonna die . hell.now what the f$%k ?
the ground bclow me"s falling through.
Tell me true.
Does thid shit ever happen to you?
A silent scream coming from the high ,
rips through mr lhroat.
I jek awake knowing that the terrors gone.
{I feel a guilty pleasure from mt high.
I know it’s karma back to haunt my like.}
{can you fell the eftects of the high?}
people say the stage is lik
