Mar 2013
Blue skies
Over a
River of blood
In which I bathe
Never will be clean
Germs in my eyes
Clueless to the obvious
Until I realized
No one can satisfy
That which must be fed
Over a
River of blood
In which I bathe
Never will be clean
Germs in my eyes
Clueless to the obvious
Until I realized
No one can satisfy
That which must be fed
The title is meant to be ambiguous. I am not talking about a boring ****. Although I know a lot of them. Almost sounds satanic, the vision I present.
