The Protagonist

Moratoria

Terror nights and winter wonder lust
I tried to breathe and bring myself to life
Panicked by a three o'clock paralysis
I know someone watched me overnight

While waiting in the darkness
I let my fears subsided and think of anything else
I tried to breathe again but never caught such somnolence
So what else should I do, rediscover my deepest sentiments


I say...


You cannot fight sadness by just smiling and laughing
It may be ignored or forgotten
But it will always haunt you every now and then

If you want to feel the invisible pain
You may push some pointless needles on your skin
Tell your mama what it seemed to be an awful ache
Yet she doesn't get enough insight of either you're still healthy or sane.


May I ask...


Have you ever wished to attend at the kingdom of gods
At their meeting table, drinking teas and tasting marmalades
To pose all your questions and challenge their existence
That will brought wrath of thunderous storms with no signs of silence

Did you ever have any desire to begone and be buried a thousand feet below the ground
Alive and still conscious, would you want to feel the eternal isolation
And complain every event happened in your life through wailing sirens and whistling sounds
To die and decay in anticipation of your miraculous resurrection

I left all of these in my mind to be unanswered and slipped
For solicitude won't save the lone soul of the sunken
So I closed my eyes before the new sun sets
And tried to go back for one more sleep