Sleep Apnea II (Parts 4, 5, & 6)

Odyssey
(Sleep Apnea IV)

The sun shines so bright
As the world turns to the beat
Of the drums the lilies play
Till the end of the day

The wind it blows to the tune of my heart
As it glows in the light of the moon as it kisses the sky goodnight
And the animals they dance
As I dwell in this trance

So hear me…
What is this world I stand in as I speak?
I am never going away from here

You’ll be digging me out before I ever go home

The unicorn play, the leprechaun stay
Currency counted in rainbows
The dark thrown against the wall
As I tower it, ten feet tall

So hear me….
I don’t care what this world I stand
You’ll be digging me out before I ever go home

Then the dusk sets in…

Feticide
(Sleep Apnea V)

Don’t go quite yet my dear,
just because you see my head
Doesn’t mean you’re not dead,
let your eyes stay swelled in fear

Does my face block you from the sun,
is it that hard to see
The rainbows instead of me,
why have you started to run

Is it my black tar beauty scars,
is it the clock that refuses to go
Is it the stare that always mar,
any hope to see the lover you knew

Is it the barren feeling in your heart,
That mimics the light in your head
That forces you to cringe at my sight,
would you prefer to lie dead

Is it the tears that I shed for you as you’re laying away from me
Don’t try to escape through this detour of living
Forever in my arms you will remain
Forever will you cry now that the sun has gone down

I was there when your mind miscarried,
when my needles drained your life away
I’ll be there when you soul is buried,
watching over dirt in case it runs away

Forever in this jar I will keep you,
I’ll take care of your cage with my watchful eye
Your mind miscarries the soul it buries,
you’ll be in my being until the end of time


A Silent Grievance Stirs
(Sleep Apnea VI)

Weren’t these your words pressing against my skin
Is he gone?
…he must be gone
I haven’t seen this respirator attached to my lungs before
Is it mine?
It must be mine…
And who is this watchful eye standing above me
Is he God?
He must be God…

Stumbled from my own paradise
Made to my craft
Into a world that doesn’t fit
Am I alive?

What tracks have I left for him
Must he follow my grave
Will these lungs never breathe alone again?

I heard a silent grievance stir across the floor
Is it her?
It must be her…