From my mouth I cussed
All around the smoke
Reminds me of dust
Panicking I choke

I scream and it's not for ice-cream
Everything is black
Waking up, I realized it's just a dream
I go for a snack

Not said sweet sick treat
Ice-cream is not for me
Exiting my suite
Can't let the dream be

Looking at salty dark chips
Can taste the ash in my mouth
My stomach craps up and flips
Now I have cottonmouth

Feels like my, head stops, starts
Fear settles in, janky spurts
No harmony is, helping with this art
I, am trying say, my being hurts

In the past, the pay was good, the blood was bad, guilt 

There were people who didn't take kindly
In the dust that the new old bad guys lit
Explosions! The smoke hits fast, blinding me
All around are rocks, red made into bits

I can taste the dust
I can smell the smoke
My life is a bust
Wish it was a joke

Snapping out of it, I decide not to get fed
I sigh
Instead, turning around I go back to my bed
I cry