Title; Resuscitation
Summary; This isn't the first time, surely it's not. But why can't I stop?
Notes; The "you" is not another person. It is more of a representation of an abstrace noun, like Life. I have no idea where this came from, and interpret it as you will. Thanks.

It's not the first time, surely it's not.
But as the words pierce my soul and the eyes dishevel my mind,
I begin to believe such an act is meant to resuscitate.

Through tears of black and waves of red,
My lone figure is sure to cascade through the dying cracks.

No more time in the world; it's all gone too fast.

Can I lay awake without an air of grim laying with me?
Can the smile on your face as you shatter my deepest beliefs,
Pierce my most secret thoughts, torture my fleeting spirit
Keep me from breaching the gap between then and now?

However weak and however shallow,
However my hands and body may shake, however my soul may scream,
This is not the first time, surely it is not.

The slumer I awaken from and the pain that forgets whoever I was
Are only ways you began to save me.
My life, pitiful and bleak, cannot pass through.

So every night I dream this dream, and every morn I think of you.
This isn't the first time, surely it's not.
But why is it I can't separate the then from the now?
Everything's gone so fast; I can't escape the walls of time.
So tonight I'll dream, clouds of grim keeping my awake,
And tomorrow morn I'll think of you and pretend to live again.