Bloods on my coffin
Pecking a life shred I'm loving
Gonna lay w/ beauty I'm in
Sealing my dried lips that giving
Traces of posture a space to in
Feeling the softness my back reaching
Crawls of misery crazily driving
Coldness they're seeing isn't moving
Oracles of missing fuckin' faking
Soul shuts my faith flew crying
Pictures of nothing now I'm leaving
BINABASA MO ANG
HER HIDDEN WORDS
PoesíaThis electronic distributed words appertains to unaccompanied emprise of a godsend daughter with her melodramatic memoir.
