I woke up, forced to beg
Earn through either by flesh
Or give them my blessings without
The comfort of touch
Without the shade in rain
Or comfort of family or food
I can't work, forced to beg
I encounter suitcases in the gloom
And people on headphones
Not hearing me scream
I hope they drown from my teary
Broken smile
I can't feel, forced to beg

The quieter, dissolve
And re-enter like that Episode
Of psychic telepathy on the TV
Empty than a vase,
Of cheap flowers, like the one that
A boy gives a girl he likes
Like the one you gave me.
I tried to grow it in my backyard
I was little and naive
The quieter, dissolve
And remember again the case of youth,
And that I was a little more
Than a lily.

Caught a glimpse out the corner of my eye
The waking up of that poison in me
He seeps into my skin, a monster
To ask me about my day
And did I escape?
The shape of
This poem

Can
You
Befriend
Your
Ghosts
That
Made
Fear
Less
Worth

Unmoved, tell me if somehow
The fingers crossed in shape of Jesus Christ
When you moved, at least a distance

Farther than a human freak, screaming
For relief or an ****** in hell,

Farther than a plastic bag thrown
In the sea, searching for your friend
Made of the same monomer like you and me

Farther than a murderer's lullaby
Soothing the death to it's ****** knees
When he was caught between skyscrapers
And reality, he threw his arms
To reach for that forbidden fruit

Farther than sleeping and sleep
Dreaming a dread in the aftermath of
Paralysis, unmoved and farther

Fear the world,
Sitting in a room
of a thousand screams
Yet nothing turned
At best, you could get love
******* in trenches
Yet we make no sound
To turn that howling wolf
Buried next to us

"I'll take care, I promise
and call you when I get home"

Stuck on reverb,
A special octave
Almost the time
When I waited
For hours,
For response.
The depth of my
Feelings are crushed
Down more than it's worth
Stuck on reverb,
A special person