Poem Pillow Sickness
Time with its change of mood and shade
A simple man is not afraid
Don't blame my pillow sickness
I'm pleased to make nothing less
Long dazzling flash of light
the rotted smell of smoke
you always satisfy it
the hanger of my thought
I can separate my breath
My expiation
Something throw my mind away
Your bloody aim
My body like a charnell house
And i cut with scissors my soul
I have to make a dreadful pain
Cause i don't wanna be your slave
Come on and walk inside me
You have to bury it with me
So what you'll gonna give me
Don't play with me, believe me
I pray many times for it
Begging my ending
I am wick but so close to see
or am i creeping dead
Breath in,
Dreamer
Breath our
