Washing my hands
To cleanse
Myself
Of the stench of surrender
The night arrives
I am in her womb
And I embrace with poisonous barbs
I exhale...
I am drowning
But I do not save
Myself
I am drowning
But I do not save
Myself
Washing my hands
To cleanse
Myself
Of the stench of surrender
The night arrives
I am in her womb
And I embrace with poisonous barbs
I exhale...
I am drowning
But I do not save
Myself
I am drowning
But I do not save
Myself