right before i wake up

 
early in the morning

i always had the dream

of you sitting on my face

right before i wake up

 
i have no clue if this is

sexual or you trying to

kill me

 
i'm sure you have read

my poems about the most

amazing ways to die

 
but my tongue still moves

fast enough that i'm not

dying just yet

 
although, i like the way

your brain operates at

four in the morning