I lie naked and exposed my pride revealed
My vulnerable spirit is in view
The warrior stands before me now
His lance is set to pierce me through.
I do have one trick up my sleeve
As he readies himself for attack
He moves in to kill and his gizzards are mine
And I drive in the dagger hidden at my back.
Why do I have these violent dreams…
As if I am part of a past so bad
Waking each night with my silent screams
The realness of it driving me mad.
It’s possible that this is all part of the dream
And that what I have written is not real
And when the warrior comes for me again this night
I’ll forget to defend against the cold of his steel.
©Joe Wilson – Vulnerable Paranoia 2014