27 red balloons

by valexposed

My lips numb, eye
lids fighting a war
a black hole
I can’t keep up

Air, suffocation
my mind and 27 red balloons.

In a black hole
still can’t keep up

Lost my thoughts
plainly

To metaphors
maybe only i would understand

Won’t you excuse me?
Sir? Or Madam
if you please

I’d break every china in the
kitchen and burn oven
baked loaves black

You see i am fighting a war,
i hold onto an armor
tailored fit

Against my chest
bulletproof, or
so i thought

27 red balloons and I,
To perish, helium
my liberator

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