QUESTION MARK

Where should I buy you a ticket to?

They live under the skin,

the demons who kill.

When can you show me the light in you?

Encapsulated in the dark breeze,

and hollow screams of yester years.

Where should I bury the fear in you?

Your thoughts swaying with
your greed to become you;

Your dreams captured in clouds,

finding a way to pour upon you.

To whom will you re gift,

the love you never desired?

Changing your nothing

into someone's something;

Your trash glowing up the

nights of stars obscurity.

Where will you run to once you

see what people can do?

For your under-bed world

is too haunted by ghosts from your childhood.

Where will you find a place,

to keep your promises safe?

You cannot give what you get;

How are we living with that?