the suns bright
my skin is burning
sweat drops feels like im in flames
running, as if im chased by the reality
why does my imagination leads me to internal slumber sleep
i don't wanna wake up
i wanna sleep in a dark quiet place
waking up and hearing the birds chirping
shotguns are rammed
cars are destroyed
accidents are contagious
houses are trembling
corruption increases
living is a worst idea
suffering from the disease
can i surrender my soul
dying in the movies
living is worst than dying
this is a painful reality
why am i being harrassed by the society
this is a suspiscious answer
no one loves to be here
living in a city of broken brains
so take me by the hand
and let's run away from this daylight
i dont wanna dream anymore
i dont wanna see you laughing
i just wanna see you crying in those
blue tears
im hella losing myself
YOU ARE READING
deadly flower
Poetrya wild pieces of thought will run through a thousands of questions no answers but a clever way of understanding -poetry
