The tunnel gallows my way of life.

I deceased over 3 years ago and still not

crossed over the light.

Or maybe my ancestors brought me back from the grave.

I relive my attempt night and day

A cold hand seeps into my wound.

Or is it holding mine?

Nobody is there, nobody cares.

But she, my spirit never came for the tomb.

Ever since I forced myself out of the womb

I regret burning every bridge I walk on this earth.

Taking my words hasn’t ever been so easy,

it’s the truth.

I even made my mom regret giving birth.

A prescence in the room.

Messes with my tunes.

Messes with my reality old and new.

Even turns the screen black while I’m watching YouTube.

When someone walking past it

they can feel it

I’m like “hey me too!”

Not doing things I usually do.

Speaking tounges and Latin too.

Out of dreams they come reality.

Manifesting till my grave.

I don’t drink water I drink blood.

That’s all I crave.