Please someone wake me up,
When there's no smoke in my eyes;
When my words of opulence tremble;
When summer savagely dies.
Someone take my hand,
When the sunlight isn't so raw;
When the stars cease to be constellations;
When autumn has waged its war.
Someone open my eyes,
When the bitter ink turns to lead;
When the eye dreams up the images;
When it's a violet ocean in my head.
Someone bring me to life,
When there's a moonlit highway through the trees;
When the poison is crisp in the apple;
When the earth sullies my knees.
Please no-one wake me up,
While ghosts swirl in their saltwater sea;
While the moon still savours its slumber;
While I drown in sobriety.
No-one take my hand,
While iridescence invades the night;
While the stars still whisper legends;
While fire is fluid and bright.
No-one open my eyes,
While the dripping blackness stakes its claim;
While the words create their galaxies;
While the canvas decays in its frame.
No-one bring me to life
While the claws of shadows remain indomitable;
While sweetness still clings to memory;
While all remains inevitable.
I'm interested to know how people interpret this one... I don't know if it'll mean to you what it does to me, but let me know your thoughts!