The Morning After
Eternal Longing: Unveiling Love Beyond Life
Lyrics
Awakened by the sunlight
Awakening to the sunlight, a new day begins.
Victimized by last light
Feeling victimized by the events of the previous night.
Memories flashing through my head
Recalling memories that flash through the mind.
Was I just born or am I dead?
Questioning existence, unsure if reborn or deceased.
Yesterday's forgotten, the morning after
Putting yesterday behind, facing the consequences of actions.
I can taste you, I can hear your laughter
Senses engaged, experiencing the aftermath with taste and laughter.
Fading in the distance
Fading away from the recent events.
Recollections drifting
Memories drifting away, becoming unclear.
Bloodstains on my tattered clothes
Noticing stains on clothing, possibly symbolizing past struggles.
Each minute the fear grows
Growing fear with each passing minute.
If I could just lay down to rest
Desiring rest and an end to the search for identity.
I'm tired of searching for myself
Expressing weariness in the quest for self-discovery.
If I am dead, how can I feel such love?
Questioning the paradox of feeling love if one is dead.
If I am dead, why am I dreaming?
Wondering about the nature of dreams in the state of death.
If I am dead, where do I go from here?
Contemplating the afterlife and the journey ahead.
If I am dead, why does this pain feel so good?
Exploring the contradiction of pleasurable pain in death.
Is this my blood dried upon my face?
Speculating on the source of dried blood, questioning self or others.
Or is it the love of someone else?
Considering if the sweetness is from self-love or another's.
It tastes so sweet, just like you used to
Relishing in the sweet taste reminiscent of the past.
So rescue me my love, splice us together
Calling for rescue and unity with a loved one.
I remember loving you so much
Recalling intense love but questioning its current absence.
But where are you and where's your fatal touch?
Searching for a lost lover and their impactful touch.
When I closed my eyes, was it my siesta?
Reflecting on moments of love, possibly during sleep.
Did I encounter a darkness stronger than sleep?
Encountering a darkness stronger than sleep, symbolic of challenges.
If I am dead, how can I feel such love?
Repeating the paradox of feeling love in a presumed state of death.
If I am dead, why am I dreaming?
Reiterating the puzzlement about dreaming in the afterlife.
If I am dead, where do I go from here?
Questioning the direction and purpose after death.
If I am dead, why does this pain feel so good?
Exploring the complex nature of pleasurable pain in the afterlife.
I am thirsty for my sleep
Expressing a thirst for restful sleep, seeking answers.
There are no answers anyway
Embracing uncertainty, acknowledging the lack of clear answers.
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