Lazing

whistle of the isle

calls all the burden stuck 

on my bruised shoulders and back ©

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Third Time

twelve thousand miles ‘part

bound to meet again with less

crowd and empty words ©

Venom

quiet on a balc’ny

where you fired your faultless shot 

straight to my veins; hard

venom’s your love that haunted

every single blood in my core ©

Coated 

iced coffee, white lies

the truth ain’t gonna be real

words coated with bombs

escape from the tomb of thy

soul that’s studded with dark holes ©