triggers in my sleep
at five in the morning i awoke in a funk
as wretched as stench off a drunk gutter punk
i vomit and choke on the heart that was sunk
as it silently screams like a misguided monk
with selective pain tucked away in his trunk
he wrings his hands raw beneath his robes
funk rings in my ears and my temporal lobe
sings not a lullabye but incessantly probes
and pulls the walls tight around this claustrophobe
as wretched as stench off a drunk gutter punk
i vomit and choke on the heart that was sunk
as it silently screams like a misguided monk
with selective pain tucked away in his trunk
he wrings his hands raw beneath his robes
funk rings in my ears and my temporal lobe
sings not a lullabye but incessantly probes
and pulls the walls tight around this claustrophobe