Where ever i lay my head
can only mean
that our time here
is sustanined by a new low
Are these narrow stairs
a way for lithium
to pure out your soul
This is a complete aura
to cry like an angel
as my chariot awaits
For me coming home
cause i'm gonna make it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem like it, a great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Ghost.