Cascade in Grey skies

Cascade and caress
The cold air pushed against chest
Purges the rising steam
Elements take and submit
My wild-ling breast

We are the narrative we know
Or against the grain
(but I’m so tired)
So under the water
Without sound

The song repeats
I am sinking
Separating the lies
And drowning
In the beauty of his bloodshot eyes

Last updated April 01, 2016