"bilz" poems
I'm scared to fall asleep.
The drugs running through my body,
the thoughts running through my mind.
Falling asleep,
is like going into a time capsule,
and traveling to a new day.
a new light;
I sometimes like the sound of my thoughts in my head.
The coldness of the night;
the dark sky.
All the sounds the night roars,
animals, birds, slamming car doors.
The air i breathe feels clear and fresh.
In my house i feel trapped I am a mess.
This whole time,
I think i'm happy but deep down,
at my hearts core…
is a raging storm of rain, lightning; thunder.
Being broken,
is a work of art.
The brokenness has killed me.
Death will be my final masterpiece.
Lex Bilz
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 3:43 PM UTC