Awakening

As I open my eyes, waking up from the sleep,
I can’t see any lights and the darkness is deep,
Slowly stretching my neck, yawning loud again,
Air’s getting too hot; time to turn on the fan.

Why I sleep fully dressed I don’t seem to recall,
Then I turn to the left and my hand finds a wall,
It feels nice, cause it’s cold, but it’s time to get up,
Well I try, but my head’s hitting something above.

And I think to myself; was I drinking last night,
Slowly reach to the side finding wall on the right,
In frustration, I punched it as hard as I could,
Suddenly understanding it’s made out of wood.

Then my throat’s getting numb and the heart’s beating fast,
And I’m feeling cold sweat running down my chest,
Panic quickly invades every part of my brain,
Pushing, kicking and punching, not feeling the pain.

In a very few moments I lose all the strength,
All I do now is laying and scratching the fence.
From the nails my warm blood’s dripping me on a tie,
Far above I hear screaming and I hear people cry.

Than a voice’s saying something about “good man”,
After that something else, all I heard was “amen”.
Air’s getting too tense, I can’t breathe and I scream,
I get up on my bed; it was all a bad dream.