A Little Death Every Night

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I never, ever wanna wake up

Submitted: June 06, 2019

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An experience of death, just after the moonrise,

 

Loss of conscious, muscles in a state of semi rigor mortis.

 

And I’m taken away, to another world whose core isn’t rotten,

 

A place where I can feel no pain, I never ever wanna wake up.

 

Picture perfect fantasy in my dreams, once I enter REM sleep,

 

My boiling blood cools down, a state of semi algor mortis.

 

I’m feeling good right now, tomorrow is of no importance,

 

No not anymore, as long as I never ever wake up again.

 

The state in between, respiratory arrest and brain death,

 

Those seven minutes, the place just before reaching Heaven.

 

I’ve only got one wish, once the clock strikes double eleven.

 

Can I stay in this place forever, and never fall back down to Earth.

 

The Caged Bird is set free, they still know just why it sings,

 

So high right now, I’m fishing on the moon, with the Dreamworks Kid.

 

I can’t tell if I’m asleep or if I’m dying, in my heart, I hope it’s the latter,

 

There’s a sinking feeling in my chest, on my skin I feel, needles and pins.

 

Once moonset begins, that’s when I know my time is running out,

 

The world around starts to glitch and distort, the draw distance turns to shit.

 

The 8-bit remains of my fantasy, are blown away by the wind,

 

My room temperature blood, is starting to boil, my veins feel warm.

 

I feel myself falling through, every layer of the atmosphere.

 

This isn’t fair, this isn’t what I asked for, I don’t wanna wake up.

 

I feel a rush of oxygen into my lungs, chest rhythmically rising,

 

And the beat of my heart, goes from piano to fortissimo, it’s deafening.

 

Waking up and all the pain comes crashing down on me, it’s a tsunami,

 

The moon washed away by the ocean in the sky, sunlight warms my body.

 

I’m feeling bad right now, reaching for my happy pills, to face tomorrow,

 

I’m waiting for the moonrise, and for another experience of death tonight.

 


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