I wear my heirlooms
on nights like these
Let the cool night air overflow my bedroom
acute senses
tensions rising
doorbell ringing
sirens blasting
the air weighs on my shoulders like a thousand jets
the people are hustling
but I borne havoc and glass dreams amidst chaos everlasting

Murdered by my dreams once
and left in a garbage bag
on the side of a road
which I once ran
down
to
the stars