I died back in '85
but I was told my whole life
I was alive
the mattress I sleep on
is stained with my tears
multiplied with the years
of emotional trauma and fear
fear of dying alone
I pour my heart into different bowls
add some water and mix it with a brush
then sling it onto the blank walls
of the asylum
I built inside of myself
where I go to forget
that I have died before
and this is hell
the colors bent with the corners of the room
a different part of myself is in bloom
I'm redecorating my mind
as an abstract collage of everything I've learned so far
in my short amount of time
I entered back in '85
and it took twenty eight years to realize
that I have been dead this entire time
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 2:00 AM UTC
I died back in '85
but I was told my whole life
I was alive
the mattress I sleep on
is stained with my tears
multiplied with the years
of emotional trauma and fear
fear of dying alone
I pour my heart into different bowls
add some water and mix it with a brush
then sling it onto the blank walls
of the asylum
I built inside of myself
where I go to forget
that I have died before
and this is hell
the colors bent with the corners of the room
a different part of myself is in bloom
I'm redecorating my mind
as an abstract collage of everything I've learned so far
in my short amount of time
I entered back in '85
and it took twenty eight years to realize
that I have been dead this entire time
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