Awakening

I remember drifting across the ocean of indifferences.
Rushing into an indigo wave of strangers.
I used to close my eyes before the fiery flame.
Counting the next suffocation, and mortification.
His name was Ares, and so did he.
I remember dying in a grandiose tube of crimson rose.
Velvet blue eyes, and horned stems of lilac bush.
You crossed your anti-choking breath in front of my winged palms.
Not today,
I am not ready to be awaken