Maybe I just wanna submerge in the dark demise.
Where you can no longer tell that I existed.
Maybe I just wanna soar into a black hole.
Just to be alone for a long time.
I could be me, I would be lost, I would be lonely.
But at the end of the day, I would be free.

The fireflies appear in my sleep.
In black and white with a kaleidoscope scheme.
The staticky canvas such a sight to see.
With lights and forms of a parasitic scene.
I suppose it was all a dream?
I suppose when I close my eyes, I look for hope, a night that please.

Their blood cover the concrete sheets.
Their face down to kiss their ancestors.
They whisper, nothing has changed since you left yonder.
The chains still are shackled.
The pain you felt are still stacked on my shoulders.
I suffer like you, giving my life with no closure.
The metal whip becomes harder to bear.
And our effort of showings is still a process to share.
I play hide and seek.
Because I pray for now, that my soul and the Lord wait to meet.

I am locked in with binary codes.
I am told to act appropriately and wear these clothes.
A future development of the system that spoils the fruit that grows.
That leaves the truth untold.
So I ask this question, do you stand with the mass or do you find yourself searching for that deep dark rabbit hole?

This is a poem for the ones who need meaning.
The ones who request me to dig deeper into my feelings.
To please their souls that thirst for quenching.
To appease their spirits that’s never rested.

Do clouds contain the tears I weep?
Is that why we have the salted sea?
That forms a creek beneath my feet.
Do my memories rise above my mind.
Floating upward towards the sky.
Falling downwards to intrude my life.
To place it’s burdens on the other side.

I’ve been born on the outside.
Compelled to live within.
My favorite poet said I rather give up than give in.
What message was he sending?
I can’t seem to climb back in.
I place my hands on the screen to get a better vision as if the glass ain’t clear  enough to clarify the image.
People on the television not aware of their influences because their minds are trapped inside a prison.
So I rather die than to give in.
Oh...I totally forgot that there’s no one to listen.

How could I break a heart you never even offered.
What did you exchange for mine when we made the promise?
You told me you loved me. Was that just filling my need to be pampered?
To be noticed?
To be valued?
I need an answer.
You were coating inside with enamel and I was too naive to take notes.
I’ve been fooled but is it wise for you to play a game with no prize?

The eyes are a reflection but only a reflection of what is disguised.
Led to believe that I am a misfortune and you are prized.
That we are of two worlds but earth is singularized.
The perception and misconception that I am an enemy to society.
An enemy that is the epitome of non-propriety.
Because the melanin in my skin is buried deep within you.
Your ancestors are my ancestors, way before the Hebrews.
They taught you to hate me, to be afraid of me because we are not of the same color.
Love is transparent, so love me like I'm see-through.
They've formed disconnections that separates us from one another but as it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end, you are thee…though art, my brother.

I slumber when there’s no peace.
When my soul is laying waiting to be reaped.
Because death is better than a living hell.
Life doesn’t tell your tale that well.
So disappear.
Dissipate.
Distant yourself from a mental state that fears the eternal darkness behind your lids.
Remember the moments.
The omen of void to your blessings and sins.

I am a vessel for y’all to share.
A vessel of dark clouds and lightning air.
A testing of humankind.
To teach the gods about a human’s mind.