Rue

Rue

Goosebumps.
I feel you are near.

Crying like a child.
I wish you were here.

The lions inside my heart
have been turned into lice.

The cage I am still living in.
I feel death coming, and I’m giving in.

My brain melts
when I’m reminded of before.

“Turn it into gold!”
“Turn it into gold!”
I hate my fucking war.