I am the Bad Karma

I dreamt.

Only to know my ends,

were doomed.

My home didn't had a sky,

yet I tried reaching for 

the enormity.

Only to know my birds 

were frozen.

I see the glory of good days, 

here and there 

am the torch bearer 

but I don't find the way

It is peaceful to succumb 

and accept the truth.

Than to replay, all of it

All over again.

Again and Again.

Am tired of holding on 

during those cold days.

But for you I will hew 

my heart again.

For you to fuel the fire 

and keep your soul warm.

It's the dispersed

old memories.

Failed love,

with a rotten mind.

Slurping up,

my own insides

Caged the demons 

that never were mine.

Isn't it the tale tell?

Burying my dreams,

so you can breathe.

I wonder how it's always me 

Chewing myself, dining with thee.

And I can't be selfish.

I tame the monsters 

so I don't turn into you.

Oh, to turn into you will be the

heaviest curse 

with generational curses 

already glorifying my throat.

The glorious prophecy 

traited me.

How do you become 

glorious without

hurting someone ?

Sadness in freedom

makes you dream about 

happy cages.

The golden cage

with open gates.

Sobbing in freedom;

Screaming in the open skies.

It's better.

Cause no one hears the

gold mines weep.

I dreamt.

Only to know my ends,

were doomed.

My home didn't had a sky,

yet I tried reaching for 

the enormity.

Only to know my birds 

were frozen.

I see the glory of good days, 

here and there 

am the torch bearer 

but I don't find the way

It is peaceful to succumb 

and accept the truth.

Than to replay, all of it

All over again.

Again and Again.

Am tired of holding on 

during those cold days.

But for you I will hew 

my heart again.

For you to fuel the fire 

and keep your soul warm.

It's the dispersed

old memories.

Failed love,

with a rotten mind.

Slurping up,

my own insides

Caged the demons 

that never were mine.

Isn't it the tale tell?

Burying my dreams,

so you can breathe.

I wonder how it's always me 

Chewing myself, dining with thee.

And I can't be selfish.

I tame the monsters 

so I don't turn into you.

Oh, to turn into you will be the heaviest curse 

with generational curses 

already glorifying my throat.

The glorious prophecy 

traited me.

How do you become 

glorious without

hurting another one ?

Sadness in freedom

makes you dream about 

happy cages.

The golden cage

with open gates.

Sobbing in freedom;

Screaming in the open skies.

It's better.

Cause no one hears the

gold mines weep.

© jessica