The Morning After

Awakened by the sun light Victimized by last night Memories flashing through my head Was I just born or am I dead? Yesterday's forgotten, the morning after I can taste you, I can hear your laughter Fading in the distance Recollections drifting Bloodstains on my tattered clothes Each minute the fear grows If I could just lay down to rest I'm tired of searching for myself If I am dead, how can I feel such love? If I am dead, why am I dreaming? If I am dead, where do I go from here? If I am dead, why does this pain feel so good? Is this my blood dried upon my face? Or is it the love of someone else? It tastes so sweet, just like you used to So rescue me my love, splice us together I remember loving you so much But where are you and where's your fatal touch? When I closed my eyes, was it my siesta? Did I encounter a darkness stronger than sleep? If I am dead, how can I feel such love? If I am dead, why am I dreaming? If I am dead, where do I go from here? If I am dead, why does this pain feel so good? I am thirsty for my sleep There are no answers anyway