Smoke me through the windows of my flat,
Break me for your glad and say my mother,
That I’m broken down and killed by you,
After our trip you memorize me.
Break the windows in my flat for pleasure,
Kill me, smoke me for your bloody story,
But you never find the peace on planet,
I remember, will remember glory.
You are killers, diamonds near beating
Of heartbreakers in my world, but never
You can’t through away that you are people,
Only people never rise together.
ВЫ ЧИТАЕТЕ
On The Way To Asgard With You
PoesíaСборник стихов по пейрингу Тиам (Тео Рейкен и Лиам Данбар)
