Alive?
High?
Sky?
Fly?
Why alive?
Stain,
Rain,
Chain?
Why pain?
Fed?
Read?
Bled?
Am dead.
Password?
Word?
Heard?
All blurred.
Nothing inside,
Nothing out,
Bad excistence,
So,
Much,
Doubt.
Blurred,
Dead,
Pain,
High,
Why am I alive?
-HybridSpiritWolf07
This poem is about:
Me
Our world