Marsupium

Did you ever woke up with the feeling that you died,
that the shock was so deep
your mind revived in a new timeline
as if life went through until you fell asleep?

Wet eyes of a dying world
pouring down on a restless soul…
You bear down the good of your intentions
“Kneel before my lecture!
Beg for forgiveness, for sympathy!”

Don’t be mad, don’t be mean
It’s not like you’ve never been;
first – torturer,
now – murderer
of me,
but I’m alright-
The way it feels extinguishes my heart.

If you ever woke up,
what would your color be?
Is it death, a seventh emotion
or pure erosion for all entities?
Don’t let the voices whisper
“You’re useless”.

You were infused with lust,
you can’t stomp on your senses;
act and react –
Every scene occurs in a theater,
on a spinning tongue;
a time that’s been given
to experience the gears inside this clock.

In a constant swing,
on a sine
embrace the motion,
don’t put up a fight.
Hands on the paddle,
flow through time,
guide your intentions
on just and right
premises
for a constructive behavior,
to be in sync,
for ripples to bounce back
and ease the inevitable impact.

If you ever woke up,
what would your color be?
If you ever woke up
in the middle of the dream?
If you ever woke up
and death was a seventh emotion?
If you ever woke up
under pure erosion?
If you ever woke up
while dying,
while they were carving
all the things which were never seen?

The wet eyes of a dying world
were pouring down on a restless soul…
“They are carving in me
all the things I’ve never seen-
The present was meant to be,
but the future has never been
ahead with the sacrifice,
ahead with this lie,
ahead and synchronized,
ahead with life;
I had a life
I had a lie
I had a life”
I had a lie.