𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬

-ii. thought

I closed my eyes as
darkness enclosed
I'm supposed to lay
on a bed of rose but
why does it feel like
I'm in the bed of loss

I can't feel my chest,
I couldn't find any rest
along with this mattress
where afloat extents
inside my head; creating
a poisonous thread

It's like gunshots that
sought into my brain
Trouble tangles where
I've always get caught
overseeing the thought
if that was the end

we should've at least done more

Juliet