You are my sunshine

Spins on a vinyl

The scratched record changes the singers voice

Words are skipped

Slurred

his voice now disorted

 

In my dreams

There is always music playing

Songs like this

Simple

Innocent

Childish

But yet they always warp 

Into my nightmares soundtrack

The record scratches as the music prepares to play again

a repeated occurrence

I know what song is being played

its always the same