His eyes,
They pour a drink,
Dehydrating his pain.
His lips
They sing a song
Relaxing his brain.
His nose
They smell a scent
Of a searing stain.
His ears
They hear a whistle
As he fades in front a train.
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC
His eyes,
They pour a drink,
Dehydrating his pain.
His lips
They sing a song
Relaxing his brain.
His nose
They smell a scent
Of a searing stain.
His ears
They hear a whistle
As he fades in front a train.
