As I awake, my stomach quakes
Limbs — legs and arms, begin to ache
My heart and mind are full of dreams
Body cut open at the seams
I burn inside and try to hide
From a sun that seems to chide
A mind that holds the silent screams
Body cut open at the seams
Give me sun that applauds the day
My blight, affliction, kept at bay
My Besta Negra’s cold eyes gleam
Body cut open at the seams
