Many forms of anger, I played on that stage.
I'm learning how to conform.
But, I'm losing my grasp, beneath me a raging volcano.
The gravity called my name.
Help, help.
Let go, let go, {smirking}, you hold a salvation within my red lava.
You are a part of my bubbling life.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoésieMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
