Oct 2016
(I want I want I want)
A morning fully complete,
weakened mood,
tears on the bed sheets.
Thoughts of you
should lift me higher,
but quite opposite,
erode my mind.
Thinking in grey
comes as easy
as breathing;
as easy as my shallow breaths
begging to hear gun shots,
but somehow this nightmare,
somehow you are not vile enough
to make me want to leave.
Thinking in technicolor
is a caustic riddle, puzzle
for my migraine to solve
give me back existence,
(My skin my skin my skin)
A morning fully complete,
weakened mood,
tears on the bed sheets.
Thoughts of you
should lift me higher,
but quite opposite,
erode my mind.
Thinking in grey
comes as easy
as breathing;
as easy as my shallow breaths
begging to hear gun shots,
but somehow this nightmare,
somehow you are not vile enough
to make me want to leave.
Thinking in technicolor
is a caustic riddle, puzzle
for my migraine to solve
give me back existence,
(My skin my skin my skin)
