@Chamomile 14 August 2020 edited more from that month

Bed of Daisies

Voices like gunshots and atomic bombs Loutish words that turned into sweltering asphalt Melted my bones. Cheers and hoot heaving out threads of hair. Torn worn shirt and jeans like a piece of paper. Took shoes off and threw them into muddy field. Evil shadows had stolen real face. Shaming like I was drowning in a fire volcano. Put crown of fear and torment. Dosage inoculated in my eyes, losing vision. Let me drink glasses of fuel, voice facing its death. Entitled friends had sown daisies. Fabricated a chamber like tomb while insentient. Angelic faces, drinking wine. Celebrating my death even my heart still beats.