I am drowning in circles of lights.
Bare face with no edger in my arms.
The sounds rocking me, slightly gored my guts.
To heal my spirit and to embrace my weaknesses.

Heaven is calling.
Am i corrupted ?

Slight hint of love started to move in my veins,
Black flower petals vaguely glancing my face.
Flow heated to the core,
glassed my bones to the shore,
to tear apart my soul,
but the tears are still curling down to the floor.
© Blue walls