Woke up and seen the ceiling,
You'd freak if you did too.
Stood outside, saw the sky,
When it saw back it sent Shrivers.

The local had a food isle,
Big mistake.
Next to the laughing apples,
The peaches whispered to eachother,
I knew they were talking about me.

The day dragged with many the same.
Eyes darting, biting, chewing, nawing,
at what was near not there.

Then the world flipped the pillow,
to get more comfy,
as to feel the brisk of black.
Smiles and frowns would fade,
So I thought...but shade
Would not let it go so easy.

When the stars started barking.
When the moon wore a grin.
When neon, which lit the gutter,
Would tut, spit and mutter.

Benign awake would feel.
Sleep was craved, the crave was real.
Pray help from the place
which I woke.
(And it did)

No nightmare of all that had spoke.