WRECK

I sometimes wonder if I exist
Because IAM light as mist
my inner heart beats like a beast
My eyes barely see the east.
And all my problems taste like feast.

Sometimes my brain stores scenes
Because I’m made to host blames
I’m built to withstand flames
My hands can barely hold shame
And that’s why I live without aim.

My heart hardly stops
It endlessly races nonstop
Sometimes I run out of oxygen
But my heart still runs on smoke and pollen
It’s used to trouble and struggle often.

My existence is mistery
My life is misery
It rarely notices fun or love
It’s a keyless house of doom
A flower that never blooms.