bleeding lullaby

wisdom? 

used to carry it in my pocket 

now it’s lost

or maybe i traded it for silence

my head echoes with drunk thoughts

like broken radios stuck between stations

i spit on reality

then bow to the lies i’ve built myself

getting older makes life harder to swallow

the place i want to be

feels like a landfill

miles away from who i’ve become

i dream of dead dreams

they lie in pieces

sharp

familiar

each one cuts me from the inside out

i lay down in the blood

and hum a lullaby

to no one