"fireful" poems
i live in this wooden Manson
for that i know that will my bodys rest.
beneath this fireful death.
my death will remain a mystery
i hear no more creaks
i see no more.
as my body remains
my soul as high above.
so rest in peace my soul
till i set fire at my last.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:37 AM UTC