Kid, you're way past your bedtime,
Close your eyes and don't wake up.
Live in your fantasy world,
Where death is nonexistant.
Rest your soul, sleep for a while,
Dream of dreams you never had.
Venture out into yourself,
Look past the present future.
A Melodic symphony
Of four hundred twenty colors.
And you wonder to yourself,
What color is a mirror?
Rivers flow and rivers run,
Clouds form and bursts into rain.
Soon it will pour cats and dogs,
But the rivers will stay calm.
A compass will direct you
To places you've never been.
But compassion's what you need,
To see what others cannot.
Breath in through your human gills,
Dive deep in your sanity.
Who you are, what you can be,
Lies within the murky depths.
Time here is nonexistent,
So are you, yourself and I.
Who am I and who are you?
Who are we to ask ourselves?
Play with your friends, imagine.
Think of things they never would.
Murder, death, sins, sex and drugs,
Disobey the golden rule.
A spiral staircase to hell,
Steps bathed in crimson blood.
The Cerberus awaits you,
And as he growls, you wake up.
A stinger stuck in your veins,
Rubber tied around your arm.
Paperthin sheet of wonder,
The taste of blood in your mouth.
Evergreen growth of laughter,
Fires of peace, ashes of high.
White pill of enlightenment
Hides within the garden gnome.
This ain't no fantasy world,
Walls of white and ivory.
Pristine oversized jacket;
The soft sound of heavy rain.
Look into yourself and see,
What is real and what is not.
What is not and what is real,
What is real is never real.
Wake up, wake up, wake up; Death.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
