Is this a paradox or my personal pine box
Am I having nocturnal thoughts or just seeing my eternal lined cot
So what now should I stay or should I go
Again, I'm lost and don't know
Was it the drinking or drugs
A fight or a slug
Or perhaps just salt in an old wound
Will the afterlife move fast,
or at a snails pace
Again, I'm lost. What is this place
Was that a face or a reflection of my own demise
The worst parts of me the deceit...the lies the distant void in de eyes
Aimlessly wandering,
continuely wondering
If those closest are internally crumbling
While externally rejoicing
With a sudden thunderous crash
paired by the brightest of lights
Those thoughts roll away
As the past begins to fade
Ahead I can see the gates
But they're not pearly like they said
Instead, they're blazing red
With cautionary signs reading
Falling angels ahead
And sleep paralysis demons dance merrily
So this is it for me
This darkest of places
But with a jolt, I suddenly awake
From what was my eternal sleep
But as I look around ....wait
There must be a mistake
I scream out, not a sound I make
It's not up for debate
The lid closes on my wake.
Silence........Silence
I'm trying to distinguish between my internal thoughts and the dirt hitting my eternal cot as I'm stuck in this paradigm.
Just let me rest with my eyes cover with a pair of dimes.
