Suspended In Waves Poem by benjamin bueno

Death. Blood and cigarettes. Let the world turn. It swells with anguish. Lets paint the town red. And all your giving me is fiction. Take me to your love shack. We need other people. Nothing but footprints. Turn the fuse. Take a picture. Let it know. I am dead. This is the truth of thruths. The truth is out there. Beware and live on. Everything will work out somehow. We just need an opportunity. An opportunity to love. I am your rosebud. your hook up. Just trust in me. And you will see a world of pure imagination. I just snuck in to start a revolution. And graffiti the cities. And violence. Under a midnight moon. For the rest of my life. And the war inbetween. Can go viral. I am tempted to become tribal. With a knife. And a blade. A cheep chain reaction. Above the kiss. In the mist of fear. And i can never rest in peace. With broken glass. Broken class. Broken poetry as well. I'm a thief. I steal the walls from your home. But make sure you don't get cold. My voice will keep you warm. And my art will make you thank me. A permanent blank smudge in your infinite handle of thought. Well suspended in waves. Bouncing and bubbling.