Nightmare Heart.
One Sunday morning I woke with a start.
In heat, I was sore and hurt was my heart.
Nightmares awoke me; they frighten so well.
Due to their strength, it feels just like hell.
One time I dreamt I was laid on a floor.
Three friends were with me, all right near a door.
The next thing I know I felt a sharp pain.
A scorpion stung me right in the vein.
It flew midair from a coat rack nearby.
It caught me off guard; I started to cry.
No words or sounds had escaped from my voice.
Everyone ditched, so I had just one choice:
I needed to pull it out of my leg.
Since everyone left I couldn't just beg.
I strained and I sored, and it bit me twice.
Afterwards, I locked up just like a vice.
Then as I hit the hard ground down below,
My subconscious mind began to take tow.
One Sunday morning I woke with a start,
And that's why there's pain in my nightmare heart.