Jeff McCollum-Campbell
Night Terrors
Fight great-white
Nightmares.
Gray light
Like gray-white light hairs
Feel pain
Like paint-dried bite tears.
'Til brain fries drain eyes dry tears.
No shame cry right here...
'Cuz this part's the sad one.
If you think you got too many problems
Then add one...
You could be like me.
On his way ready to leave...
See the track on my sleeve?
No more make-up
can cover
all this grief.
