Sound the bell,
Let it ring.
Sacrifices for the king,
What shall I bring?
Cut the skin,
Let it bleed.
Plant the seed.
Harvest your will.
Let him be.
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Numbing Waves
PoésieA compilation of short stories and poems about mental disorders, love, sexuality, and whatever my happens in my life worth writing about. These are the deepest regions of my conscious written down.
King's Needs
Sound the bell,
Let it ring.
Sacrifices for the king,
What shall I bring?
Cut the skin,
Let it bleed.
Plant the seed.
Harvest your will.
Let him be.
