Laying In Bed Until They Come To Chop My Head Poem by Carlos Daniel Neves

Laying in bed until they come to chop my head
why don't I feel regrets
the sun and the stars I wonder how they sound
why do i even care?

Closer to pain I'm more or less a damaged case
at least I see the truth
for each punch I take a litle more insane
a litle bit wiser too

Now lost at night dispair's the name of the street
why does it feel so wrong?
who are this strangers who smile at me to greet?
have I been here all along?