I guess
I ran out
of
ink
to fill
my
creativity
that is already
broken
into
pieces.

The building is high,
high enough
for my eyes
to go
white.
I rip my gums with
my teeth,
I am afraid
of this height
that I so now
see.
Is it a dream?
I cannot tell!
I jump,
I fall,
I scream,
the cars are chasing me.
No?
I am chasing
the cars?
I am
falling to them.
I cannot see
where they are going.
North or South?
West or East?

I cannot make
sense,
the car
soon
crashes into me.

we tripped
on the urge
to feel
alive.

Indifferent
and
yet painful.
Something to burst
inside
your body
to cure
or to
be rejected.
Abuse it to get sick,
abuse it to try and get somewhere,
you'll make it fun
if you mix it
with some
magic liquid,
to put you to sleep,
and forget all the times
you messed up
just in that one drink.

Did you ever see the bird?
Trapped inside, locked cage, no freedom.

Did you ever see my heart?
Sinking down, pounding tightly, broken immensely.

Did you ever taste the drugs?
Poor choice, hard hit, inconvenient medicine.

Did you ever hear her laugh?
Breaking down, lips frown, fade out.

Did you ever see his lips?
Dry cracks, thin-lined, love-broken.

Did you ever see love?
Swelling up, bursting lightly, shallow sorrow.

Did you ever see the music?
Changing people, quirky moves, spinning minds.

Did you ever hear lies?
Consume you, guilt built, mad silhouettes.

Did you ever see happiness?
Eyes diluting, jumping high, smile shines.