Bed.

a poem written while i was laying in bed

Bed

used to feel like comfort

now it feels like a warzone.

you used to lie here

every night

and keep me warm.

i wonder where you lie now

and if you're feeling alive

or if like me you're craving the touch of death.

i used to be happy

laying in bed all day

now i crave to be away

and relinquish into the cold grip of the street

it feels like home

and i don't feel alone

because even my demons sleep with me here.