With chocolate riddled through my bones again,
I lie in bed, espresso in my hand
Trying so hard to focus and remain
As all my faculties start to disband.
I close the remnants of my mind and wait,
The sun shines far away and burns my eyes,
I see the wind is moving bits of grate
As blazing seagulls hover in the skies
I did not question anything they said,
I let the world drift onwards as I fell
It's strange to think the body will be dead,
One day when it is tired of being well.
I sit up in my bed so far from me,
And wait for to find out what it is I'll see.
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