Head splitting migrane and a starving gut
something is wrong here but you cant place what
before you move or act you collet your thoughts
but nothing makes sense you cant connect the dots
gotta think hard, whats the last thing you remember?
the memory is hazy but there all the same
it comes to you slowly as if hindered by shame
it was just another day
on your way to work, gotta earn that pay
when out of the blue and into the black
you dont remember going to sleep, but you awake in this ruined old shack.
so here you are still with no godamn answers
confusion and panic rising in your mind like disease ridden dancers
what the hell happend, kidnap? maybe but why?
your just an average ordinary guy
no need to stay here and let the dancers have thier way
no more gathering thoughts, time to leave, no more delay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem