I keep tons of explosive poetry
Next to my bed
And a gun loaded with fear
Under my pillow
I keep words from hell and heaven
Forbidden laughter< br/>And screams so loud that they seem like silence
That cause wounds
Witchcraft Poetry
Witchcraft Poetry
I keep the formulas of an old fortune teller
Among my books
That cannot be pronounced out loud
Or you are lost
I keep the languages u200bu200bthat consume the ice
In my head
And earthquakes of prayers
br/>That are not prayed
Witchcraft Poetry
Witchcraft Poetry