why don't I get bored of it?
prove a certain synergy and mutual fear of
crying in a corner in the middle
of a desert, deserted by our heroes
forever, in memories, they turn,
to werewolves, going from corner and corner
so that you can't foresee, a western wind
so brutal, it changes you, honey, like a burden
falling in every inch of your beautiful burden
your flesh is the only yours, maybe

Feels like enemy art
The crushing feeling of missing a lot
Moments, memories locked in a box
A flock of people singing a single song
Familiar people, nice people, you can tell
A herd of unheard sparks
"Mississippi river won't **** ya,
until you stand too close my dear"
Feels like mercy

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