Ended up opening my eyes,
Eyes burning from not being closed.
Being exposed, or suppose,
Them po-po's took my girl,
A sleep, calling her a **'.

Mouth closed, better propose,
Something to transpose,
This hurricane, into a home.
Lost without my nose.

Tossing and turning on my bed,
Holding my Head,
****! I feel like I'm dead.
hunger?...
But the only thing,
On this fridge, is Bread.

Vision blurry,
All I see is Red.
Eyes on the Cealing,
What happened to the,
"MaMa said" ?

I hate this feeling, insomnia.
night prolongs, lifeline is a drama.
mama, ain't here,
seing every stain of my pajama
oh No! The hour of coma.