Sunday
Sunny/Sunny/Sunny 
Far beyond a visible
Sign of your awakening
I'm failing miserably
To rescue you
Sunday slowly opened his and frowned at the white world around him. Was he dead? All that he could remember was yelling about something. It was during math class. . .He had stood up, the voices were just too much. He tried to make them stop telling him those things then gave up and decided to believe what they were telling. It seems throwing a chair at the white-board where the teacher was then running, screaming from the classroom wasn't a way to make them sod off.Though, at that point he was just not thinking straight.He had run across the parking lot, then crashed into a parked car and blacked out.
Here he was now. Though, where was he? How did he get here.He tried to move his paws-er. . .arms and much to his dismay he was unable to.Looking down he found the item that was stopping their movement to be a straight jacket.That was when the voices began to scream to him again.Listen, listen, can you he-eeere that? one screeched then another joined in You're so-ooo stupid!They're coming for you.
Sunday looked around fearfully. What if they were right."No, no no no", he repeated to himself, trying to calm down.
Such a fool
To think that I could
Wake you. . .
from your slumber