High income

I am Eric,
A loner.

Two years ago,
I bought this home.
Three months later,
It’ll be official.

There’s no furniture,
But, I hate furniture.
I always buy candle,
Feels like no future.

I want to use these candles.

The death of my bird,
Didn’t feel real until yesterday.
My brain keeps changing,
From sane to doubtful.

Doubtful to chaos.

Pills are not my choice,
Doctor can’t keep me away.
Get me a real one,
This feels unreal.

I don’t want to be alone.
I don’t want to be out there.

Get me out of here.

When I Grow Up

World of demonic plays,
Gist of, of my age to pray.
When I grow up,
I won’t want to, wouldn’t want to.

Couple, or more I say
Are the mind’s protests
Willing to correct free will,
Fighting for the seat of peace,
Repeating of it’s cavils.

This, right here is my list.
List of things I want to do.
Two, live with the alps
Three, I don’t really know
One, to know.
Knowing, what would I do?

When I grow up,
I won’t want to, wouldn’t want to.