I wanna cut out my tongue
With my own words
When they spill out in
Whispers to myself with
Not a soul around
I'm at the top of the
Underground world of this
Trying to clime out from
The abyss, looking back
Looking back
And it stares into me
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
I wanna cut out my tongue
With my own words
When they spill out in
Whispers to myself with
Not a soul around
I'm at the top of the
Underground world of this
Trying to clime out from
The abyss, looking back
Looking back
And it stares into me
taking a try at smaller poems
