It’s happening again
The grounds stable
But the worlds crashing through
I’d like to think
That in these moments

The corners of the room
Connects me
An abandoned complex
Of spray painted skin
With poems of

shes always been one
to live in her
own world
one day
the sun ran away

Maybe some people
Just aren’t meant to be here
In this world
And when I die
I will feel my whole soul