Laying, unmoving, beneath a black and bruised and bloodied sky
Torrents of a monsoon pouring into my eyes
As I shrink and I sink into the water at the same time
Where in them without a haze a focus that I cannot find
Colors in a golden hue surround my periphery in the form of vines
All twisted up my neck and arms and thighs
White noise floods the tunnels of my mind
Whether the dissonance of the rain or the rolling of the tides
There were so many stars just there - screaming at me, I swear
With the intent to intimidate nonetheless all I could do was stare.
It is night and then it is light - Neither in my power to discern
The hours fly passed me one by one as a drop of oil to a lantern
Unopened letters, unknown adventures - Things I consider entirely amiss
A screech so hoarse that it emits by the toil and foil and listlessness
Of a voice so desperate for rest to implore Death\'s kiss...
The tears, they swell
And burst from the eyes
Misty and clouded with arrogant pride
Leaping from the gorge, I boom and I shout \"My time is near!\"
Without knowing, but without a doubt
That they all would hear.
In the anticipation of what was unknown, sickness shrouded me in the wake
That in the end death was but a dream, and I was not saved
A moment - Snap! And there He was supposed to be
For the Son, if believed in a manner so wholeheartedly, intercedes.
For darkness is a moment, and He hath returned
What good the sleep? I want to burn!
Wherewithal, The Spirit in turn
For without,
The fire in turn.