no love can fix me
because out of this "love" thing
I was born damaged

I still remember
the night of the living dead
a tempestuous night
when we should’ve stayed inside
the weight of “beloved” stones up on our heads

I heard stories about
vengeful deceased
coming back to life
but if we’re full of hatred
why are we laying side by side?

I buried you
you buried me
but now we are just deteriorating
rotting flesh wandering around
when we should’ve rested in peace

My mind
is in another time

my mind
is in another world

my mind
has spread it's wings
and flew-

but where to
I cannot say.

my mind
is neither here
nor there

my mind
has not a thought to spare
for the reality around me

my mind
has gone
and left me here
with this world to bare.

no, I haven’t been writing poetry
I’m busy living

out there
walking down the streets
partying through the nights
working to make the earnings

I don’t have the time to sit down
and write

to think about life
to just exist in this world
contemplate the nothing and everything
but now that I’m writing I feel…

I feel something
I had forgotten
like I lit a spark
in the darkness
like something died
and I brought it back