"To pierce the flesh between life an death.
The needle.
The knife
The noose.
A gun to the temple.
A razor to your wrists.
A sip of posion from the amber bottle.
A single bullet under the chin.
Walk into the cold river and let it bring you quiet. It all so tempting; it all so easy"
YOU ARE READING
When I can't breathe
PoetryMy poetry is an escape. Others may find meaning and define my poetry in their own way. There will also be spanish translations. (También hay una traducción al español para algunos de mis poemas gracias a Damian Laurent)
