Seed of Spoon

How do I survive?

I ask this question myself

On more lonely nights

Can one feel such pain

Then be annihilated?

How would force apply?

These questions plague me

Escorted by many more

So I turtle up

The roof gets rusty

The pain starts to flood my room

Familiar by now 

I wish you were here

Then you could bring a bucket

Or just some popcorn

Could two vampires

Craft a heist to parse the pain

That all agree to/would bleed for?

Vibe already shifts

Even just imagining

Even one more dream

What of logistics?

The Dragon of Logistics?

Seed of Spoon blooms first.