May 2020
Body was culture
at blue heights. Frozen
till my candle lights.
I fumble in dark
to remain human. No one
would be godfather.
Give back my pain.
Unwrap my bones. The blood
should be drying up.
at blue heights. Frozen
till my candle lights.
I fumble in dark
to remain human. No one
would be godfather.
Give back my pain.
Unwrap my bones. The blood
should be drying up.
