I drank his acid,
he drank my fear.
He slit my wrists,
I swallowed the blade.
He lit the match
And I was ablaze.
He killed me,
And I let him.
~iska
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Tangled in String
PoesíaStories and poems lay here, the question is what are you ready to hear? Are you ready to face the force of change? Are you prepared to see if you will never think the same? Proceed dear reader, because that is what you do. take part in my world...
