Poems from Ianté820
DDDD o DO you understand me?
the spiritually ill is the physically ill.
settle settle settle
build up this tent of mine
set this commuinal...
With one kiss I was born on a throne,
By secrecy it was sworn,
The bright shining shadows still tell me their secrets,
My crown has thorns...
Gold matter set on their
necks dangling to who they are,
A shadow my mother has with six arms
Telling me who I am,
A shadow my father has...
Rubbing my face so roughly,
Hearing the flying fucks sharp so toughly,
Have me scream at them,
FIGHT ME!!
I cut my ear off for you,
Even...
Soaking in to my old skin beginning to spew my unslumber back,
To evolve what I call me,
Its a natural world I wish I can see, using my...