No person ever says, “hello.”
I search for actions
To better my existence
Fake Promises and Infractions
Of crimes plagued upon me
That others voices echoes inside of my head
“laughter “ at this joke
Why? Because he is broke? Or just “Ill?”
Is this a dream? Or a Nightmare?
Am I dead, in this quiet, before the next
Vulture who swoops down on this “seeming dead”
Soul - can’t people see that this is a “human”
in there?
Never taken seriously.
Laughing, aloud, at myself.
I look in the mirror
Like the movie “Pink Floyd the wall”
As steam and shaving foam hit the mirror.
A busted smile remains delirious.
Until my “trial”
Will people ever come any nearer?
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 8:34 PM UTC
No person ever says, “hello.”
I search for actions
To better my existence
Fake Promises and Infractions
Of crimes plagued upon me
That others voices echoes inside of my head
“laughter “ at this joke
Why? Because he is broke? Or just “Ill?”
Is this a dream? Or a Nightmare?
Am I dead, in this quiet, before the next
Vulture who swoops down on this “seeming dead”
Soul - can’t people see that this is a “human”
in there?
Never taken seriously.
Laughing, aloud, at myself.
I look in the mirror
Like the movie “Pink Floyd the wall”
As steam and shaving foam hit the mirror.
A busted smile remains delirious.
Until my “trial”
Will people ever come any nearer?
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