Sitting, standing, sleeping whatever
it all comes down to the weather
now it's raining blood
hitting my skin like the sun
...
Confusion is a part of my thing
Now I don't even know
what to sing
or which fits to these stings
...
Typing
The feelings in my fingers
touching the keyboard
...
What do I have
Squeezy sounds
on it's way
to my body
...
Puke, vomit, something
Eating my throat.
Watch horror
so I can let it go
...
I never dared
to watch you closely
But I see
I see you
...
This poem my dear
is great
if you try to find
a meaning
...