A screech so silent
A silence so voilent
I see the torn paper drawing on the floor.
I see the thrasing and slaming of the doors
I see you come in and out
I see the darkness and i shout
I fear the loss i fear the doubt
You were a flood admist the drought
You were the fair admsit the fouled
But you vanished ....
Vanished away like clouds.
I waited till i saw that it was a aiport and i waited for a train
The nosiy fight between and heart and brain
It was all empty your house your room your lanes
The sky crumbled down to rain
My life my dreams all in vain
I started to die and fade again.
Fade again
Fae again.
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Burning water
Poésiea set of poetry oozing out of my hands. stories that feel like moon to your stars and dream that burn your skin like the sun. Can water burn you? Yes when its splashing comd yet boiling hot when you can see death kissing your life. some minimal dra...
