The hands went drowning
Slowly falling into the cool stream
The body still floating
But soon following under the moonbeam
Everything went black
Coming back to reason
Like returning from prison
Light glowing on the skin
Poison trying to get in
Stabbing you in the back
YOU ARE READING
Dead End
PoetryPassion leads to death. Life is a massive hallucination. Some poems in english or french. (Cover drawn by me)
