Maybe it's my fault that i saw you
With all the imaginable immensity
With all the impossible visions.
Now,
Collecting all the words,
Then spit them out
With empty chest
Breathing fire.
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Taste Of Anger
PoetryI choose anger instead of sorrow I prefer madness over sadness I never want to be a victim. cover © : SIILDA
Breathing Fire
Maybe it's my fault that i saw you
With all the imaginable immensity
With all the impossible visions.
Now,
Collecting all the words,
Then spit them out
With empty chest
Breathing fire.
