derek's poems

real?

I wanna paint my walls black

And color my ceiling fan like a pinwheel

Watch it spin round and round and round

And wonder if I'm even real

I always see the whole world

Through a lens, my kaleidoscope eyes

I look so pretty, while I decay

I'm rotting away, here come the flies

Dissociated 

My mind is complicated

I'm way outdated

Expired, throw me away

Never feeling quite real

Tell me, what do I feel?

I think I made a deal with death

730 todays ago