Had summoned me from my sleep
So dull and eaten away were I
Diluted in delusional lullabies
It took me more than a while
To know those gangrenous lungs
Had spurt blood in my throat
The obnoxious neighbor
Vomiting despair
In the ears and the minds
Of those same conformists
Who indulge their idle lives
After mumbling incoherent sounds
Gave myself an exception after three days
And I denied my wishes to continue
Being food to the dust mites
Which inhabited my skin free of any taxes
Consuming on my fast state of decomposition
A dry bitter cold out of the bed
Stiffens my muscles, tightens my lips
Letting me know I still feel something
Other than that lukewarm limbo
Even that I have succumbed to such deep sleep
Restless was I, as if I had be thrown
Into a sleepless pit for a numberless amount of time instead
Caught myself, looking at another part of me
As I diverged from sanity in a split of a second
I scared myself with my own reflection
On the smeared surface of a window
Left uncared for enough time
Being unfit now for contact with the outside world
Only good for mere attempts of gratification
To a desperate tenant of his own house
Few moments have passed
Since I was revived from
Sour so sumptuous dormancy
Yet every second of precise clockwork craftmanship
Bears the weight of a century
Over such insufferable snaps from this infernal time machine
I plunge once again into the most dread sepia dreams