We lie upon our beds,
Feeling alive yet dead.
Always having bedhead,
Praying for our deathbeds.
Feeling as if the world is
always moving in swirls.
Everything seems to be
nothing but a blur.
Our words are nothing but a slur,
to otherwise unaware but happy humans.
They're treated as nothing,
but they clearly mean something.
Sleeping for hours a day,
never even getting up to pray.
Neglecting our needs,
Carrying out evil deeds.
Traveling around the astral plane,
Hoping, and praying to escape the pain.
Escaping reality without leaving bed,
Funnily enough, they'll be convinced
you're dead.
YOU ARE READING
recollection.
PoetryPoems written by yours truly. From points of view that aren't always my own. They're all written by me, just written about different perspectives. Please dont claim these as your own... Trigger warning: One or more of these poems contain mature co...
