I don’t really have night terrors
Sweat
Blood
Fear
I used to have ****** up dreams
Now it’s when I wake up
Think about my own life
That’s when the terror sets in
Pounds of adrenaline
Pumping through a vegetable
With skeleton eyes
**** or fight mode
I fear I might die today
Or worse
Have to cast it past myself again
In pain
Of whip of possession
Why is it always possession
Escaping into my notes
When so many brighter words fade
Without their due
This is far too much for what
It’s worth
Black gloves do stain my arms
Do sting
And bruise and cuff
And it is not enough
To describe the circumstances of
Cruelty
More graphically
It does not do to dwell
On what is legal
Justice loves us
Not enough and
Everyone is potentially
A psychopath
So lock it up
Where it’s safe enough
They ***** us out
If we get too loud
The quota was meant for us