Collision with the ground, how hard did I fall?
Was it ten stories high, or just a foot above ground?
Painted with red I could hardly tell
But many people were screaming, " aww bloody hell".
Hardly the humor I thought it to be
I answered with the reply " nope, just me"
Astonished I was alive I crawled to my knees
Thinking this is how it must feel to give birth, and release
Although thats just speculation, I could hardly believe
Whether or not this was really a dream
Pinching myself hard just like in the movies
I realized I may need my well placed eulogy
I took what little time to write it on the cement
That was cleaned up by a street cleaner to which I resent
For why would it destroy good evidence
Unless the driver believed it was trivial, or irrelevant
Everything was crazy, and soon I was plastered in light
Hearing songs of hallelujah I looked around, and had a man in my sights
Playing the violin, and soon others had joined
Transferred to the titanic I jumped off the deck by choice
Knowing what was to happen I still drowned in the sea
A beeping could be heard, but something unseen
A whale so huge, and soon I was swallowed
I found myself brought to life, but with regret and sorrow
This was was moby d**k, the whale of Herman Melville
But of course housed pinocchio, and something it held onto
A story so prevailing it swallowed all within
Especially those who lie, because we don't ever really forgive
Shot out the blowhole, and flung into a bubble
That was a mass exactly like a cloud, but a story of endless trouble
I found myself a sleepwalker, who chased many stories
As I lost track of who I was, and woke up to my own horror story