Life-
Came onto me
and said
do you want to live?
I said
No
Death-
Ran into me
and asked
do you want to die?
I said,
no.
I’m stuck in this in between.
Indecisive I guess.
I live in denial
and die to rejection.
I’m inside of confusion
alluding to this illusion
created disillusions
What I see, isn’t real
What I feel, I can’t see
What I say, I don’t mean
What I mean, is a lie.
A lie more realer than I
balancing the thinnest of lines
of how to live when we die
I hate picking sides.
It’s just a matter of eyes
having yet to open mine
to the day and it’s night
to the dark and it’s light
still stuck inside of a mine
my mind
don’t mind me?
Pay me no mind
I don’t exist.
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