Open your eyes

Dedicated to the souls departing, and also Marianne Faithfull Take3, 2019

If you think you've been so clever
Off your potential

Open up your eyes
Get tranquilized - with no sting or pills

We're under the ear of God
All pray for blood
Not to splatter all around

And if it does
An indulging God is what we all pray for

And your wisest seizures
Not to have been estimated long before

Men in white roam around
In rooms in white where we all sit by the hall

And we all force not to put one small mark
Of urgency up on our faces

And we know you've been so very generous
For your life

So please open up your eyes
Please open up your eyes

You humored down at the feet
Of each and every chest fluffer
As your teeth start to impact back

You played the game
Because you had a hard time moving your back

You chose not the most winning way to go

And the degrees you hold
In an alturist's school of hope

Were maybe not the best way to go
And you're not even wrong

Please open up your eyes
Please open up your eyes
And we lay at your feet and sleep by your side

And no God magic and no men in white table turning
And we wake into your bed all made up

In an ice machine they lay you down
We all wave and run away

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Your words gripped me, took me into a place I don't in all honesty, understand. Can only think someone you love was mortally wounded, and even now surrounded by all the cruel trappings of fading from life or having done so. If wrong, forgive me. Your words hit the/my mind. They're strung together so tragically yet in parts have amazing power, ' .. And the degrees you hold - In an alturist's school of hope - Were maybe not the best way to go - And you're not even wrong - - Please open up your eyes .. '

Ah! Have belatedly read the words under the title of your post and now.. NOW, understand.