The Sun's Farewell To Its Flames

I confuse myself to buy a coffin 
I am no longer curious about 
pursuing my dreams anymore!

I don't want to feel comfortable 
I want to wear the image of a sad 
soldier, with a pack of cigarettes.

I envy everyone's in the cemetery 
People's treatments are no longer 
offensive, nor an intense silent pain.

I blinded the universe of my direction
I drank the cloud's latest drops of rain  
I giggled at the sun's farewell to its flames.

I might smile & nearly describe the world 
-as the reason why I collaborate with my 
tears to fall in an empty room with a coffin. 

Don't mention my name, just slice my tongue
Don't remember my words, just burn my poems, 
Don't drink a bottle of alcohol & cry about missing me.


Bleeding Heart Poet ©️