Holy water
Getting drunk on holy water
To feel addiction in my veins
Ecstasy in my fingertips
Liquor in my lungs
Holy water
Can't help you now
Tracing scars
On my burning skin at night
Butterflies are dead
And so is my poor poor heart
Cars' lights blur into the darkness
Notices dance with the silence
Embers twirled in my fingertips
Blood staining my sinful lips
The quiet is lulling
And silver is glinting
Rebellion in my bones
Thousand of years of headaches in my blood
And a thousand more in those gunshot smiles
Bloody red grin and holy water
Holy water
Can't help you now
Fire in my blood
War in my soul
Leaving 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
