Wake-Up Call (moving backwards, pt i)

Drifting back into consciousness
sweat pouring down my forehead
and everything's dark and calm

The longest nightmare in history.

 I'm awake, but I need to wake up.
I'm going to set it in reverse
and put the pedal to the floor
and fix what's eating me alive.

Sometimes,
you have to go backward
to truly move forward.

The alarm clock's buzzing in my ears,
today isn't the day,
that's okay.
The day will come.

So set me in reverse.
It's time to pull the vase
from under the rug
and dust
from under the couch.

It's time to tell mom and dad about
the parties I threw while they were
out of town.

It's time to bury the nameless dead men
that linger on the shoulders
of my soul.
It's time to set them free
to disintegrate into the night;
to fire them from
the graveyard shift.

It's time to put Mary and Lucy,
to lay them in their
eternal slumbers,
to find peace at last.

It's time to walk this road I chose backwards,
to go back to that fork
in the yellow wood,
to choose the one less traveled by.

The nightmare is over
because I'm going to end it.

This is my wake-up call.