So I look out my window,
With nobody near.
Wondering what the hell happened,
To bring me here.
So temporary,
Are my memories,
It bothers me how I,
Can even go to sleep.
For when I lay my head down,
The dreams start up again.
Empty buildings become crowded,
With everything I fear.
So I lie watching clock,
As the time passes by.
Each move of the hands,
Lengthens bags under eyes.
Dreams bleed into days,
Everything is fluid.
Monsters try to come out,
With vulgar deployment.
I can't go to sleep,
And I can't stay awake.
What did I do to deserve this,
What fucked up PATH DID I TAKE.
Inhale,
Exhale.
Inhale,
Exhale
Wake up in bed,
Pull the covers off my head,
Is my dream over?
Is it over?
ESTÁ A LER
Who is He?
PoesiaA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
