The way (poems about love and loss)

Hero

When will my hero come and rescue me?

From this sea of monsters

Of hallucinations

Seep the crazy from my skin

With a razor or a noose

When the time is right

Paint me on the walls

Make me a mural

And dig into my wounds

With the stick of pain and guilt

'Till I finally close my eyes

And peace takes over As my final resort

Rain red on the carpet

And onto the bathtiles

Write a list of all my thanks

even though I have none

And make a call to 911

Let me fly off the edge of this

Tower, I'll have a heart attack

Before I fall

sing a lullaby as I'm drifting on clouds

Or workin' the fields in the scalding hot

place

shake me like thunder 'cus I won't hear,

I'm already in red

With all of the others like me