Raw..
The smell of light and the taste of the dark..
Raw..
The feeling of a cold cage, the pain of my feet.
Cold the fear will poison me..
Cold the hate will boil in me..
Cold are the shackles that hold..
Blunt is the emptiness that cored me..
Blunt is the pain that surrounds me..
Blunt is the mind that tortures me..
So you tell me what it is to..
YOU ARE READING
.RHYTHM OF SOUL.
PoetryYour words always don't speak what you wanna express Your expression not always supports you Your heart not always beats for you Your desire cannot always burn as fire Your soul is not gonna always be with you Even your shadow leaves you in dark t...
