Liquids - Self-Inflicted Violence

I think of the calm breaze

A relaxed state of peace

When the wind decides to breathe

Spirils appear underneath my feet

Liquid pleasures

Flowing streams

Through water i am baptized,

We stop somewhere in between

I soak myself in

Seeing my reflection

Drowning once again

Stealing air through my skin

Staile treasures

Deep in the oceans womb

lost it time

i cant not decide

if iam alive

taking in myself

my lifes clock

Liquids failed

Die in my dreams

felt like ice

all things are dead

Waterfalls of light

Spirits wail for water

Crashing waves against rocks

Continuously shaping

Poured into my chest

elemental of mother earth

heavy clouds of cerment

thunder storms of green

night vision all wet

made of pure ice

melt the black sun