Your gratification is my oxygen,
Filling up my lungs with sour air that has the aroma of candyas they scream in agony.
Poisoning me from within,
Forming an addiction to your breath.
YOU ARE READING
Roman numerals that depict my inner sanity.
PoetryA collection of poems, ranging in size.
VIII.
Your gratification is my oxygen,
Filling up my lungs with sour air that has the aroma of candyas they scream in agony.
Poisoning me from within,
Forming an addiction to your breath.