bicycleofthoughts

This is green
and green represents trees
Although trees are good
but I am better
Even though I am alone
I do have myself
That may not be enough
But I do with what I have
Seems like a wind is coming
A wind calling for change
It wants to see me to my bed
And all I can see is red.

And I do want to write
to bring me back to light
but the writer is gone
left this body alone
Now it’s a machine
like no one’s ever seen
brings out madness within
and crumbles like a paper very thin
My voice will never be heard
Nor my words read
Like a stone to the bird
That shot it dead

I have sat down on a seat so soft
My heart bounced and flew aloft
I had to catch it but it slipped
I looked up and blood dripped
Easier said than done, I have to say it
Heartless bitches and dudes that stay fit
Reasons to live are reasons to die
What you hang from could be a tie
I am the hero and I am the boss
You read this poem and it’s your loss