TRIP - Temporary Rest IN Peace
In the plot where the breathless lay last,
Buried in boxes deep down and now are the past
I inhale the fumes that my mind desires
Slowly I ascend, but my body tires
Crosses around me fixed on tombstones,
This land cursed by tears of them who mourned.
Pick do I a comfortable and large tombstone,
And make it my backrest, till for this act I atone
The RIP on every tombstone dazzles my mind,
And causes a state of paranoia till mental stability I can find
Illusions of mourners play with my eyes,
The tears on their cheeks, their hopeless cries!
The fumes I crave for swim in my head,
My eyes are bloodshot, my brain half-dead.
I run my hand across the smooth stone below,
My body absorbs its heat from head to toe.
The wind lashes hard across my dazed face,
The invisible wind my bloody eyes chase!
What a wonderful world, so light, so serene,
I see two worlds! In which am I? In between!
I drift away into a dream-soaked sleep,
On my flat hard tombstone bed, peacefully asleep!
My thoughts run wild to cause vague complex dreams,
Those not of sense, but cause feelings in me of extremes!
A bird chirping in the far of distance,
Breaks my sleep which was of great persistence!
My fingers rub my bedazzled eyes,
Still unstable, I hear those non-existent cries!
Slowly as ever the sounds fade away,
As I regain composure on the tombstone I lay.
I look up at the blue sky, decorated with ribbons white,
I walk back into the living world where nothing feels right!
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