As I'm drowning into my bed, trying to bury myself way under
Thirsting to surrender
Whereas fearful of Gehenna
I wonder will it ever be a happily ever after
Just like snow white,
and all the fairytales I recall and remember
I wonder, would the reality ever be alluring as the fantasies I engender,
or at least bearable to live the day after with no sorrows, or agonizing horror
a reality where my Innards could dance freely,
reckless of whatever could swing, or muddle the living funeral clutter,
wobbling the big day, in the white eerie attire,
we waft up fiercely to the cupidity we've been longing for,
sense even the laughter had laid a guilt trip on the sore, attentive morrow
of the living corpse that lacked the braveness to shut it all and just retire.
