This submission is a poetry submission that doubles as a music submission and an art submission. “Morphia” is about extreme withdrawal symptoms I experienced after decreasing my dosage of the antidepressant I’d been on for five years. I felt happier and more motivated than ever, but my body felt like it was decomposing — like it couldn’t handle my newfound mental strength. It’s like emerging from a chrysalis with these awesome wings, but you can’t fly because you’re weighed down by something you can’t control. I intend to create a three-part track with music for each part, but for now, I have only finished Part II. Here is the SoundCloud link to Part II: https://soundcloud.com/autumndreammerr/morphia-demo-rough-mix?si=9378af75dc6a47b19b46e6a5761b2066&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
I. Within the Chrysalis Some- thing is wrong, I can taste it on my tongue And I Wonder why The feeling’s Gone The chrysalis Molds itself To fit my Form And my Body Craves the lull Of sleep Oh? This isn’t right Nothing’s real I hear whispers of bells Larvae slumber as time stands still Nothing’s real, Yet there’s a Chiming of bells Larvae dream as time stands still Frozen in motion (take the potion) Poison position (it explodes me) Fears vanish (venomous anguish) Body breaks, Sound escapes Nothing’s real, Except the Ringing bells Wake me when time Unwrenches itself
II. Morphia Some- thing is wrong, I can taste it on My tongue And I Wonder why The feeling’s Gone The chrysalis Peels away, my Skin reborn But my Wings Are too heavy to Take flight Oh? This isn’t right The future’s coming I hear screaming bells The future ascends like a butterfly from hell and I See I’m out of time, stopwatch stuck on spite Delirium strikes as the sky ignites Oh… It’s not the same, Flow disrupting Sips of unholy grail The future ascends like a butterfly from hell and I Can’t hold anybody’s hand, my skeleton can’t stand, My bones grind into sand and I’ve Gone wrong Grown a body made of Sludge And my Wings Are beautiful but Useless My mind Propels me at the Speed of light But my Muscles Decompose With blight Oh, this isn’t right The future’s coming I hear screaming bells The future ascends like a butterfly from hell and I See I’m out of time, stopwatch stuck on spite Delirium strikes as the sky ignites Oh, it’s not the same The current changed the Stories we all tell — The future ascends like a butterfly from hell and I’m Crawling up the wall to watch my dreamscape as it falls Feel myself drawn towards the Light thrown in motion, A swig of the motion, Poison morphing Wings exploding Stinging future, Venomous sutures Reconstruction Thrown in motion, Cerulean ocean Flight or death, my Wings can’t fail me Icarus, tell me, What’s it like down in the sea? Deconstruction Wing E rup tion
III. Icarus Lives Light thrown in motion, A swig of the potion, Poison morphing Wings exploding Stinging future, Venomous sutures Reconstruction Thrown in motion, Cerulean ocean Flight or death, my Wings can’t fail me Icarus, I’ve seen, Life exists beyond the sea Snaking sands, Wings Ex pand … I shall make it right The future’s coming Sing along to the bells; I shall ascend like a butterfly from hell and my Skeleton can’t stand complacency and reprimand Death morphing into Life
The Mire 