"Lie down and stretch upon the sea..."

"Wake me up (wise) by morning --
I want to breath the day.
This is my final warning:
Keep all the clouds away...

We've taken medication
So we can run away from
Another day...

I feel alive -- I'm falling;
We dance until the morning closed our eyes.
I would love to stay here and never have to go,
And no one in the world would ever know.

We will never, never know...never know;
I feel the dream is real, watch it go -- go.
I blink and then another day is gone...
I feel the dream that we've been hiding from.

We've taken medication
So we can run away from
The things that pain us...pain."

There are tinfoil threads unraveling (to knit together internal wounds inflicted by an unsteady hand) and there are crumpled lip-leaves whirling (to form a hyperbolic mask worth wearing) and there are a thousand little eyes boring holes into my head.

"How can I have really died?"

To be is all that she desired. "But they didn't love you in our time -- nobody wants you in your life..." Bleed and they'll serve you...

True? No. Question -- idea!

I put my hands to the sky...and watched them burn for want of tender touch. If I fail to dam the flow of self-destruction issuing forth from a brain half-poisoned, is it entirely my fault?

I am poisonous. I am not myself.

I am worried beyond all reason, tired of the horror inflicted upon my mother, and wanting above all to comfort the only individual who's loved me unconditionally my whole life.

"If we beat him down, will he stay? He's a little dizzy, and I feel it starting to take me. Where did everybody go...?"

"How come we hurt the ones we need?"