Holy water
Getting drunk on holy water
To feel addiction in my veins
Ecstasy in my fingertips
Liquor in my lungsHoly water
Can't help you now
Tracing scars
On my burning skin at nightButterflies are dead
And so is my poor poor heart
Cars' lights blur into the darkness
Notices dance with the silenceEmbers twirled in my fingertips
Blood staining my sinful lips
The quiet is lulling
And silver is glintingRebellion in my bones
Thousand of years of headaches in my blood
And a thousand more in those gunshot smiles
Bloody red grin and holy waterHoly water
Can't help you now
Fire in my blood
War in my soulLeaving in the end
Always will
Holy water
Can't save you now
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Life in a few words
Poetry"You can't summarise life with just a few words." "Watch me." Just a little poem book Started: May 2020