All These Years

I cannot believe that I've been dead...all these years!
And as the shrouds of death is lifted from me,
I find that the smallest dose of the divine Potion, makes me quiver.

Just a mention of the Potion,
And I quiver.
Just a portion of the Potion,
And tears swell in my eyes.

How shall I describe thee?
A concoction of rawness and tingling ecstasy!
And I cannot believe how I've been fooled...all these years!
To think that anything beats this?
To think that anything else matters?

I've been fooled...all these years!
By colorful packages...that packages nothing but lies,
By colorful packages that hypnotized mt eyes...my 5 senses!
By colorful packages...that packages void, and nothingness, just prolonging misery.

What good is putting off an end that is sure to come?
The tragedy that is sure to visit?

Scared I was...all these years!
Scared to scratch pass my colorful packages,
To face the skeletons of truth,
To admit defeat,
To let the Potion bathe and unveil me.
And leave me raw, with tingling ecstasy.