Damaged

i am positing
from oblivion
plummeting from
entirety
the smoke is drifting
over the sun
near the window
into you face
the sun has turned orange
the fire must be burning
but i can’t see it
dawn appears to be breaking
give in to the moonlight
the sun ain’t bright enough
to light the way
i’m mashing the moon
your hair is cloudy
in the vague
surrounding
of
ruby lips
and pomegranate taste
crisply cutting
into
everything
the air ain’t chokin you baby
it’s the way you dyin
speed on your way
to the bullet
of the millennium
i ain’t worryin bout
nuthin
the clouds in the sky
rain succession
in my eyes
you’re nuthin
so my soul is clean
and white
inside