You can't see it
in the room, not on the floor
you can't see it anymore
in my sheath, the wound
of his blind attack
it's over, I am
myself, my body
washed, my home recaptured
ready for the fight
with you, whoever you are
you follow, until I release you
until I release myself
it is my bed, my belly
your pleasure has to wait
for what I want
because I didn't want to
not to see, not to feel, not to remember
I wandered over the ceiling
the nothing of nowhere
I was not there, not at home
in this room, on this floor
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 2:02 AM UTC
You can't see it
in the room, not on the floor
you can't see it anymore
in my sheath, the wound
of his blind attack
it's over, I am
myself, my body
washed, my home recaptured
ready for the fight
with you, whoever you are
you follow, until I release you
until I release myself
it is my bed, my belly
your pleasure has to wait
for what I want
because I didn't want to
not to see, not to feel, not to remember
I wandered over the ceiling
the nothing of nowhere
I was not there, not at home
in this room, on this floor
Collection "Bruises"
