Wake Up, You're Alive
Written by s. linne
One night a while ago I had a crazy dream
That shady beings were probing my mind with a laser beam
The pain was high octane, ten times the intensity of a migraine
Enough to drive somebody insane
My physical frame was paralyzed- the floor was sanitized
The instruments they used were sterilized- but the terror lies
in the fact that the metallic walls were covered with many eyes
that watched as they probed my insides and a***yzed
They weren't aliens because their faces were invisible
More like chameleons with a nature that was mystical
Completely irresistible mind control
Trying to mold my will to theirs and redesign my soul
Slicing me up like cold cuts- I was broke up
If I could I would've spoke up but they had me yoked up
And then I woke up- choked up- my spine and bones were tingling
Awakened from a nightmare to find my phone was ringing
All of a sudden I heard a thunderous roar
He busted through the door before my feet hit the floor
No time to stay patient- with great haste I raced
And slipped when I tripped over my Play station
My green bean bag broke my fall
As I groped for the wall, behind me I could sense His open jaws
The smell of his breath was hot sulfur- not kosher
I yelled as he crept and got closer
Knocked over a vase, no s***e to race with him
Shocked over his pace, I was face to face with him
Envisioning my imminent homicide, dismemberment
Collision with impenitence personified with grim intent
A sinister smile, a foul grimace
Particular style of a menace, the image was vile
I was too subdued to struggle, woozy from the tussle
Wanted to choose to hustle but I couldn't move a muscle
I was hurting, I thought I was a goner for certain
Then I looked and saw the sunlight through the corner of my curtain
At this point, I thought he would devour for sure
But he just stood over me for a half an hour or more
As the morning flooded the bedroom I could see a little better
But his face was still obscured by a black hooded sweater
Just then, it must have been an illustrious gust of wind
That thrust him into the room's other end
My physical felt rejuvenated
I opened the door, the whole house illuminated
by the sunlight, my chance to bounce- I hesitated
Because something just wasn't adding up- it resonated
Dedicated to go back and get some better data
Feeling heavy weighted- yet it was like I levitated
Over to the corpse, my thoughts had escalated
I took off his hood and I was devastated
So now let me state it: what could it be?
The dead villain in the corner of my room? It was me!
I fell back surprised, cried, lost all my drive
Looked over at my clock it said 6:55
As I tried to make sense of what I'd just survived
A voice from outside said "Wake up, you're alive"
Written by s. linne
One night a while ago I had a crazy dream
That shady beings were probing my mind with a laser beam
The pain was high octane, ten times the intensity of a migraine
Enough to drive somebody insane
My physical frame was paralyzed- the floor was sanitized
The instruments they used were sterilized- but the terror lies
in the fact that the metallic walls were covered with many eyes
that watched as they probed my insides and a***yzed
They weren't aliens because their faces were invisible
More like chameleons with a nature that was mystical
Completely irresistible mind control
Trying to mold my will to theirs and redesign my soul
Slicing me up like cold cuts- I was broke up
If I could I would've spoke up but they had me yoked up
And then I woke up- choked up- my spine and bones were tingling
Awakened from a nightmare to find my phone was ringing
All of a sudden I heard a thunderous roar
He busted through the door before my feet hit the floor
No time to stay patient- with great haste I raced
And slipped when I tripped over my Play station
My green bean bag broke my fall
As I groped for the wall, behind me I could sense His open jaws
The smell of his breath was hot sulfur- not kosher
I yelled as he crept and got closer
Knocked over a vase, no s***e to race with him
Shocked over his pace, I was face to face with him
Envisioning my imminent homicide, dismemberment
Collision with impenitence personified with grim intent
A sinister smile, a foul grimace
Particular style of a menace, the image was vile
I was too subdued to struggle, woozy from the tussle
Wanted to choose to hustle but I couldn't move a muscle
I was hurting, I thought I was a goner for certain
Then I looked and saw the sunlight through the corner of my curtain
At this point, I thought he would devour for sure
But he just stood over me for a half an hour or more
As the morning flooded the bedroom I could see a little better
But his face was still obscured by a black hooded sweater
Just then, it must have been an illustrious gust of wind
That thrust him into the room's other end
My physical felt rejuvenated
I opened the door, the whole house illuminated
by the sunlight, my chance to bounce- I hesitated
Because something just wasn't adding up- it resonated
Dedicated to go back and get some better data
Feeling heavy weighted- yet it was like I levitated
Over to the corpse, my thoughts had escalated
I took off his hood and I was devastated
So now let me state it: what could it be?
The dead villain in the corner of my room? It was me!
I fell back surprised, cried, lost all my drive
Looked over at my clock it said 6:55
As I tried to make sense of what I'd just survived
A voice from outside said "Wake up, you're alive"