Boy, I had a dream about you.
You were the one that needed to be saved, because you started to cry blood and dodge others' gazes and that was, what amazed me.
Though my boy was being chased, by the blades of sharp razors in graveyards that looked like mazes;
he could hide his sadness and maybe that's why I look up to him.
This is to the one who is five feet under and didn't wanna see the world's wonder,
so please
see with your broken eyes what death's been hiding from us
YOU ARE READING
The Great Escape From Myself
PoetryI play with words and put them together to express things that I would rather not think about
