six feet under the stars

I lie on my makeshift bed of gasoline flowers

as I allowed myself to

b u r n

staring dazedly at my corrupted sky

and wistfully wishing for

a glimpse of your

g h o s t

but all I could feel when I reached out

my arms was the unfathomable darkness,

reflecting yesterday with its cold

t o u c h

and I had this twisted

feeling that I wasn't

a l o n e

because I could hear a protracted melody

playing in the distance, murmuring my name

as if the song was titled in my

m e m o r y

I hummed along as I stood up, clicked the soles of

my faded chucks three times

for good luck and

j u m p e d

from the old bridge, crashing headfirst into

the murky water, my body sinking hastily

because of the heavy chains attached

around my feet

daylight began to ripple inside my chest

and illuminated the bullet holes within my lungs,

indicating another lackluster disaster;

another inconsequential moment

where I constantly felt sick just by

b r e a t h i n g

the air was asphyxiated with the stench of rotting dreams

that the vigilante sun just murdered as I buried

the arid corpses of valentine lullabies

deep within my throat

I closed my eyes, praying for heaven to

drown me with its tears but all I could taste

was hell upon my lips

as I sink further,

six feet under

the stars