Nightmare

Call it rap, call it a poem, call it what you wish, its all the same to me.

Nightmares, night terrors

What are you really scared of?

Is it the truth?

Or those lies in your head

In your bed, that scare you

About what you really think of me

Tell me, why are you unhappy

I'm getting sappy, feely

Over everything I see

Why are my dreams so pleasant?

Like heaven

When you lie there

Tossing and turning, yearning

Hoping what your dreams tell you is a lie

But why would you do that to yourself?

You need help

Finding the truth

From the man inside the booth

Hiding behind the wall

Your call

But you don't need it

You have me