Saturday, November 22, 2014

Life's not serious

You wake up with
blood on your head
and you have it on
Your hands too. Made
Me paranoid,
everyone is there
with mixed opinion.
Where do I get the care?
Down the hospital
stitched the wound
Got me bed
Down and bound.
Wake up again sea
Of pain I'm foam
Floating dispersing
Outside my zone.
I got time to lay
And the memories play.
Blank blank blanko
What do I do?
How come thing got
This worse no ni Nein no
I have to watch
Where I sleep
And Don't let it fall
But I'm a sheep
With no call
But headed to
The sea again.

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