Fast-Poetry 2

the office only keep sleeping
just in time to dream with you
even if I was a poet writing
I fell my language with a strange review

the words, one by one, are dying
in my ears they sing requiems and cry
when I try to write other way, I'm lying
but I try, I still gonna try, and still gonna try

have you ever been trapped
by your own world?
words, phrases, sentences,
if I could break my heart
and write a poem with blood

then I would be mine