"desynthetised" poems
A desynthetised soul
Never did bleed
The only cry I heard
Was wiping off debree
The demons in your corner
Leave 3 scratches a piece
Not to be disrespectful
But the keep the peace.
I was given a permanent mark
But I was too young to see
That liberation means your soul
Must be totally free.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC