• fonixstrive 10w

    2019

    You come like a cartridge of pellets
    Scoring through skulls, endlessly.

    Drip droop drop
    The blood that make oceans
    Drowning lives into damnation.

    May we permit the walls of prayers to
    Earn refuge in our tongues while wisdom
    Become a law of attraction.

    Although, immortality died in our transgressions
    Long before we knew we are human.

    Have we not harbored
    This patience enough?

    ┬ępraise