I wake up with doctors all around
flicking needles. I'm tied down.
"what's going on?"
The doctors speak in a language that I don't know.
They go to poke me.
I scream and shout.
I can't move.
I can't get out.
A bright green injection makes me Drowsy.
It was a dream,
But it's real.
Drowsy.
Drowsy.
What an ordeal.
I Wake up tied to a mattress on a wall.
Electricity pulses
Through my veins
As I scream and scream
Till no sound remains.
But It was a dream,
Yet I'm tied down
With doctors all around.
Pain from dream needles
That help put me down.
I can't escape,
For every time
My story comes to a finish,
It's opened to the same page
Never to replenish.
