Awaking to Reality
Eclipsing lights slowly passing above in planetary motion,
A pure commotion's thirst quenched with death's devotion.
Wheelchair's melted down and genetically combined with brain?
Staring at a ketchup stain with a tongue held out to catch rain.
It's so funny it's not, warm as a fridge freezer combination,
Fast like gradual polar ice cap glaciation in grand central station.
Laughing screams, emitting unadulterated steam,
Awaking to be standing on my head on a 50foot beam.
Stirring eyes flutter from confusion, exasperated dillution,
Dreams flowing into life in a mutated disgusting fusion.
Tapping his temple in a questioning manner,
A spanner dangling from an ear lobe, not much of a planner.
Rolling across the plush velvet carpetting absorbing the cost,
Money's smell reverberates through its end result's loss.
Staring at himself in the mirror, spanner and all,
Pain echoes in a loud shot around his face as he stalls.
A splitting headache seperates his cranium in two,
Feels like uranium combined with a bowl of fruit.
Right? Yeah? How about it? Fuck off now, I'm tired,
Eyes fading into his skull, the body absorbs and retires.
Squeeking tears his eyelids apart, shaking rapidly,
Doctor's dart across with a start, staring avidly.
"HE'S AWAKE... HURRY!" coughing over his mistake,
Medicine clearly wasn't this dick's god given break...
Blood sprays from his mouth, why, why is it?
The shaking stops. The blood ceases. "SHIT!"
Staring down at my body as the colour fades,
Playing cards, and life just pulled the ace of spades.
I hope you enjoyed the story of my death,
It's wonderful like life with crystal meth.
Found overdosed in my lonely wooden shed,
Awaking to reality to already be dead.