poems

Painting Outside

TW-meations of blood and death

I feel like crying

but i can't i'm inside

but i wanna water the plants outside

and lay with them they seem so lonely

we can be friends

and my only friends

why can't i just lay in the rain

with the gloomy flowers

i wanna make them happy

but i can this household is inside

i wanna live outside with them

the trees singing

while the flowers dance

the mushrooms make room for their children

and i lay there with a knife in my hand

painting them red

With great passion

i see them gather around me

as i fall a fall to see mother nature

so as the fireworks go off

i'm here hanging with you

with my friends falling to my mind

painting everything red by myself