When it begins to cloy
when thick clouds embed it
no sense of danger or premonition creeps in
the stars appear and moon brightens
the life takers flood my room
i now can see the hatred
And it bleeds, though welcomed you ago
the crocodiles pull me to the reeds
the waves pound over me with pity
and my blood becomes the hippos juice
when the day breaks, i am tired of calling
you could fountain life to me again
and that you know my baby boo
but you send me deep
like death is my solace
another death story of mine is written
All because of?
NO ONE KNOWS👣
©symay
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