Want to know where I am?
In paradise, everything is mystical
You already know where I am
In paradise, everyone isn't cynical
It's heat is what I want
It's waters is all enough
It's fierce isn't that tough
It's deers isn't in hunt
Or maybe it is, or maybe it is
Those hands with bloods
Those hands with guns
But this mind is my wand
But this deer is chained like hounds
Suddenly, I just wish vultures
To join me in the sands
I just wish vultures
To eat all my hands
And my body, and my soul
I just wish vultures
I just wish vultures
Want to know where I really am?
In a dark room critically critical
But not dying
You already know where I really am
In a dark room but just my physical
'Cause I'm at paradise
It's heat was what I wanted
Three hundred sixty degrees
It's waters was all enough
To put my tears on my tea
It's fierce isn't that tough
Or maybe it is
It's deers isn't in hunt
But yes, it is
Those hands with bloods of the Earth
Those hands with guns but not to kill
But this mind is my wand or maybe isn't
But this deer is still chained like hounds
I just wish vultures
To join me in the sands
I just wish vultures
To eat all my hands
And my body, and my soul
I just wish vultures
I just wish vultures
Even in my created world
They were there
Haunting and hunting
Every bit of me
Not to kill but let me live
I want to be kill and let me leave
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Poetry"A boat sailing on an ocean floor, trying to resist the big tidal waves and stormy winds". A poetic picture that illustrates this very poetry collection. Ready to pass through this catastrophe.
