Felt myself moving,
On a table of wheels,
Bright light overhead,
Am I dead?
Looked up to see, the son of Hypnos,
Offspring of Nyx,
The god that sleeps,
On a bed of ebony.
Bright orange flowers shower my body,
Phantasos to my right,
Phobetor on the left,
And all around me Morpheus dances,
Weaving dreams into my head...
A flicker of reality gets past,
See red water,
Flick back to orange flowers,
And all around me Morpheus dances,
Weaving dreams into my head...
Turn back on, feel water dripping,
People speaking; loud beeping; quick and sharp.
Flick back to poppies,
And all around me Morpheus dances,
Weaving dreams into my head...
A full flash of light,
Colored with red, with green, with white,
And the orange flowers continue to fall,
And all around me Morpheus dances,
Weaving dreams into my head...
Fully awake, the room is white,
Tubes in my arms,
Mask on my face,
And all around me no one's dancing,
...they're weaving wires into my head...
Feel nothing moving,
On a table of steel,
No light overhead,
Am I dead?
Looked up to see, the son of Cronus,
Offspring of Rhea,
The god that sleeps,
'Neath a twitter of bats,
And all around me fire's dancing.

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