To be awoken from moments displaced,
Finding a voice as I open my mouth.
Introduced to sensations of my dread,
I soon find myself quickly heading south.
Making logic of this eerie feeling,
As soon as I spoke I just emptied out.
I recall moments of my departure,
That green pasture of black birds and roses.
Relief shivered down my cold nervous spine.
"I must have died, that's a relief..." I said,
"My problems are finished, I am released."

As I fell and gambled my life so faint,
I took a picture with my eyes closed shut.
A dark pit with colorful butterflies,
Seemingly glowing then disappearing.
I opened my eyes to a field of green,
Of doves' silhouettes that fell from the sky,
With beautiful flowerbeds bathed in red.
Calm and serene was this world of gray skies,
I was relieved as I found my solace.
Joyful red tears of my own woes and cries!
Visions of red turns to black as I laugh...

Fires and forests and bright eyes of tigers,
Snow and cities and dull eyes of strangers.
Of the mind and of the soul is my own,
Of the lips and of the eyes is your throne.
Despair and depression of my own mind,
Hopeful and joyful are your god-like smiles.
Nights so cold filled with god-awful nightmares,
Days so hot filled with your devilish heat,
A whole days' worth of **** figures of speech!
You have introduced me to poetry,
I fell and I got shot and I just died.