Washing my hands
To cleanse
Myself
Of the stench of surrender
The night arrives
I am in her wom
And I embrace with poisonous barbs
I exhale
I am drowning
But I do not save
Myself
I am drowning
But I do not save
Myself
Draining PutrefactionWashing my hands To cleanse Myself Of the stench of surrender The night arrives I am in her wom And I embrace with poisonous barbs I exhale I am drowning But I do not save Myself I am drowning But I do not save Myself |