Turn me, for I am the tide
Bathe not in me, for I am not the light
Speak of me, for I am the wind
Drink not of me, for I am not clean
Make me the melody and change me from poison
Watch her as she destroys us
DU LIEST GERADE
Smoke And Decay-My Poetry
PoesiePoetry is my escape. My escape from the cage of my ribs and the suffocating blanket of my skin. The void of my hollow skull and the rhythm of my lungs. Top ranking #68 in poetry.
