Pillow Sickness - Poem

Time with its change of mood and shade

A simple man is not afraid

Don’t blame my pillow sickness

I’m pleased to make nothing less

Long dazzling flash of light

the rotted smell of smoke

you always satisfy it

the hanger of my thought

I can separate my breath

My expiation

Something throw my mind away

Your bloody aim

My body like a charnell house

And i cut with scissors my soul

I have to make a dreadful pain

Cause i don’t wanna be your slave

Come on and walk inside me

You have to bury it with me

So what you’ll gonna give me

Don’t play with me, believe me

I pray many times for it

Begging my ending

I am wick but so close to see

or am i creeping dead

Breath in,

Dreamer

Breath our