Saw you-

Molten stuff from
The navel of the world-

Never cooled to earth-

Bubbled desire
Moulded to a sigh

Quaking your surface
Only to subside.

May your fluid state
Persist unstabled
As the end of day

Breathes orange

If it is real,
It will hurt.
And
You will endure.

You're locked inside your head
Let go of the demons inside
And you'll realise you were the demons.
But demons are just fallen angels,
Heal your bruises
And rise up.

The only friend I hug
When am lonely
Is my pillow.
She knows my tears
My dreams-
That never come true
My happy times
My silly smiles when he texts
Or sings.
Now she knows my depression
All the things am doing
That I shouldn't be
That give me temporal comfort.

Sorry pillow, am lonely
everyday.