The oceans hands embrace your body
clawing at you
digging its nails in your back
soft screams of horror they leave as you take you final breath filling with it
the blue
Blues
saxes blowing as you dance your final dance to their lonely Rythems
Blue eyes
blue sounds
blue touch
blue skin
blue lips
you've turned blue, in the city you painted red
YOU ARE READING
I write through my eyes
PoetryHow easy for you to break an un breakable spell, how easy to live after death. The rich get famous and easily more, the broke work harder and get nothing at all. How easy to break an unbreakable spell...
