how do we live knowing we are dying slowly slowly death draws nearer pulling us in a long red string tearing into my skin blood dripping down my wrist red like rubies slowly slowly dying
maybe i am just your imagination a dream you don't remember a face in your mirror a bright screen when you close your eyes maybe i am just watching you and we are all imagination we are all just dreams we are all just a face in the mirror we are all just a bright screen when you close your eyes so maybe we are all just binary code and i am just 1s and 0s
(I don't know why I tried to connect with 1s and 0s for that one)
If one person is thrown in a cage for ending another one's life why may one powerful person sitting in a velvet throne in a marble palace throw gunpowder into the skies of cities in barrels exploding like fireworks but they're not in celebration and they're not colorful and pretty it is just like a parent scolding a child for stealing a single candy untouched, sweet, but unbeknownst and naive as their other child takes the whole bowl and leaving no apology Childish, isn't it?
It's funny how a world can flip upside down when a single individual gets everything they want If a little boy got everything he wanted everything he dreamed of everything he wished for regardless of whether he needed it or not it was handed to him wrapped in paper perhaps it would be a car or a book But if a grown man got all he wanted the world would shake If the boy received his gifts, he would crash block stacks wooden cubes tumbling onto the hard floor If the man got all he wanted, he would crash memories buildings tumbling onto the ground lost How the tables turn Perhaps not so funny
I try to ignore the loud booms in the distance bleeding into the sunset like watercolor flowing into pink and purple poisoning the sky with smoke I try to ignore the shrill cries in the distance piercing the silence like sharp silver needles into soft, ivory fabric impaling into my eardrums I try to ignore my pangs of hunger so close by punching me in the stomach like some cruel sport where one punches another so hard that they want to just close their eyes forever
I don't remember anymore how life used to be how my laugh echoed through the walls how I could paint my life in any way I wanted how I couldn't wait to grow up do you miss that? do you remember any of it? how happiness flowed into your life like a waterfall how joy was just a hopscotch away how all tears could just be left behind but now happiness only comes in a rare spring in a hot and dry desert and joy is on the other side of the world which you have to take a plane to and tears stay with you but these memories didn't so will you?
When did it become pathetic to have liquid leaking from your eyes like a broken faucet streaming down your cheek like a small brook of rainwater flowing near the damp curb Is it because your eyelids turn a shade of cherry under your skin tone Or because it seems like you cry for little things and your feelings can be broken as easily as sugar glass But I'm not crying for little things I'm not sad or angry I'm crying because once tears start forming they don't stop they just flow freely down my face like how once rain starts it will continue pouring and pouring but no one laughs at rain so what is it about me?
