Procession - Adam Barnes

you tied me to a chair

sailed me out to sea

left me sinking in the ocean

as a shark circled me

distant shadows 'neath my feet

faded images and dreams

I woke up to a cooling sweat

the beads ran down my face

painting pictures in the pillow

as I turned so many ways

I wonder if it stops

if I finally saw the face I know

lust has got me falling uncontrollable disease

my head is fully satisfied

my heart is never pleased

I’m fed up with the girls

who just keep falling to their knees

'cause envy is too curious

its boldness never wins

leaving murders in the corridors

and bodies in the bins

I’m not sure if this jel

will keep these feelings in

I hear death is very distant

its agony’s despair

and the several homeless tissues

could never really cure

the tears from the eyes

of a funeral procession

so I’m fighting with a wooden leg

a chair still floats beneath

keeping hope inside its cradle

as it’s swaying in the wind

distant lullabies are heard

as my mother slowly sings me back to sleep

I’m sorry but pandora dear

you’ll see what you have done

an example of self sacrifice

I guess you finally won

if you close the box for good

you’ll never get me back

I’m gone

so she sits beside my chair tonight

tryin' desperately to dream

her hands can only stop my sinking memory

I bet she never knew this box could ever stop to dream

I bet she never knew that it would kill me in my sleep

I bet she never knew that these are nightmares

and they’re finally her’s to keep

and I hear death is very instant

the bodies in despair

and my family will follow

as I’m lowered in the air

the tears from the eyes

of a funeral procession