Whatever I Breathes Isn'T Oxygen
I can't
wait to hear
whispering wind
screaming out under
My
feet-
I'll
away.
I need an
estimate
of ten
suns and
five new
moons
to
brighten
My thought-
to bright the residue
darkness that's in my heart.
whatever
I
breathes
isn't
oxygen-
I can feel the
pain
my nostrils
keep
from my
lungs.
I need to bleed more-
There's
angry in my blood.
Excess
tears can't extinguish
my
burning desire to
live
In happiness and love.
My light _________isn't balance
with my darkness because
I
am
human-
I was born in sin.
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