Dying To Be Born

Dying To Be Born

A Poem by Lana

Born with a general anesthesia
I die again and call for the black
No rainbow to justify the blind
Fighting to be born again
It's an affair to die again
Or a joke with a jarring smell
Many affairs of love means care
and maybe at some point the air
was pressed to the core with a friend
Spread on toast
but I'm fighting to be
And only dying black all the dots from my life
Colors only spots of crime
That blind the state
And course the joke
While pretending for vanity fairs

© 2024 Lana


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Added on November 13, 2024
Last Updated on November 13, 2024
Tags: love, life, fear, death, money, society

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