The Sleeping Epic

An Introduction:
Jack and Jill went up a hill
But there was no clean water
Only filth and rotten sludge
(Plus a hole in the pale doesn't help)

Insert your witty prelude
Be it an epic cacophony
Or a simple reading
Thus is the start of the beginning
With the end being refused for now

(An ode to our future strangers
We will fall in love with you)

Memories pre-crafted in a child mannerism
But what is junior high to elementary
Then just a tyrant of horror
Subjecting us to feelings we cannot control

Adhesive can work wonders
But look at the mess we've made on our clothes
Jack did not break his crown
Only his own heart as he waited for you

Emerge from the scenery
We thought you were merely the background
As fast as that familiar smile came
Vanished as ninety degrees does in a 2-D world

A chorus smothered in deja vu
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
We can't get over our stiff past
Tornadoes and storms and the simple objects
"Why cant you get used to it?"
"Same reason I can't get the dye out of my skin.
Everything will remain, layering forever high."

Serenade us with your interlude
Blow your kisses and flash that grin
Make these songs relevant
And destroy the mental pictures caused by others
Become the alcohol that has claimed so many before
Leave me drunk and begging for more
Make us flock
These birds won't quit!

...

If headaches were gold
I would be the prospector making a fortune

...

Descend the stairs in the pitch black night
Repeat your same mistakes
No matter how many time you've been here before
Another step to make you look like a fool

Satellites transfer the desperation
But you'll "have to call me back"
The sirens of the sea took many lives
The ambulances with their own wails attempt to save

The intangible scribbles
Crafted of graphite and the typing of keys
Causes Jill to tumble after
Would there be a conclusion?
Would there be a sequel?
Could a happy ending still exist?
A mangled Jack
A bruised Jill
Though covered in mud, stains, and regret
The raised white flag remains pure

(Our bodies our blank canvasses
what we do will tattoo the ugliest
yet most beautiful creation
no one would even be close to imagining)