Dying Again

Author's Note: What does my brain get up to when I'm asleep?  I don't know sometimes...  As theological as the title might suggest, this isn't really about that.  Maybe it will go quite well with  my 'Alice In Wanderland' game.  Would seem to fit.

5:27am

Thought rolls about in my head like a marble in a drain

Don't open your eyes until you're sure you're quite sane

Doesn't help the madness to give it just one name

Anger and fear and melancholy too

How many  monsters are after you?

Laughter is looming from which way ahead?

Are we still alive?  Or just mostly dead?

Tis a cancer, tis a fever of the brain

Still sitting still, will breathe again

Black crow, black crow sitting in a tree

Can you see me? Or are you me?

Take a deep breath, numbness will recede

But just how far did you bleed?

Banished to the dream with a crack on the head

Limbs start to move, but are made of lead

For butter, for butter, for butter he cried

With a deep and heavy sigh, we slowly died

Dreams are awake, but do we sleep still?

We think we're alive, but we stand quite still

Whose little puppet have we become?

Moving about, but struck quite dumb

He shakes my head, I move my  hand

But only to slap at the fly in the sand

Where are you?  Where are you?

You regurgitate light

Are you part of dawn? Or is it still night?

Nothing seems quite right...

I wouldn't blame them now

For saying I'm losing this fight...

So much for praying in the night....

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Note: Sometimes I think I'm meant to be an alternative musician.  Anyone know a good electric guitarist for this next one?

You're just passing by

How many times did you die?

Is it of much use to cry?

You either smile or you sigh

Pale skin and too much left to try

Give up, you give it up

With just one final toast to the sky

Hands over face, it just doesn't help to cry

So wipe your face, wipe your face and return to the light

I don't wanna stay this way

My life is more than just a name

My spirit is not deaf and dumb and lame

Do you think its all a game?

No no no no

I don't wanna stay the same

Lord, please help me say Your name

I don't believe in fairy-tales this lame

Dear Lion, are You finally uncaged?

*music ends - just a voice*

"Edgy?"  *snickers*  "Nah.  Nah.  Just brilliantly mucked up by life."

"High on the down-stick, low on the high.  Its a wonder I get anywhere, anywhere at all."