Deja Vu Machine

My tiny little light starts to shake.

Upon a thousands nights my eyes quake.

Didn't this already happen?

In this Deja Vu Machine.

Did I say something along these lines?

Did I say something along these nights?

When did the silence seemed to swallow.

All papers like a sentinel past.

Can universes truly converge.

Maybe I am living many lives

and I don't know.

My heart burrows

to a dancing Death machine,

look and see. That I am 

hollowed and followed.

Inborn and the life I thrown.

Where did the sky do her dance?

When I just follow the scent and

I felt like I have been here many

times but the scenes change

slightly.

A million little sparks,

in a cold core of the art.

When did it begin to strike.

At what I knew as happenstance.

I want to 

the coming age.

Like a lightning mage.

Is it all come to pass,

so that I shall ink the

life as it comes, why

does dawn seem so

drawn and cold?

Swallowed my 

world

Draw.

Stray,

straw.

Day.

Something more.

But all I feel has

come before.

We awaken but it is the

middle of a dream, but

I have not had them 

any longer...so I must

be a changed fantasy.

Still it feels all too familiar.