This cold morning in hell

The air smells of fire
Freezing fire under a concrete ceiling
I can feel them in bed together
The head throbs with new season
Suppose sleep is the reason
I am not afraid anymore
But the fire and her pervasive smell
Tang this morning
This cold morning in hell

Heus

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Hymn

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Crowded head

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Sick

Playing a dangerous game with words.

What kind of sun

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Forgotten

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Breaking my bones

Playing a dangerous game with words.

SPM

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Reflection

Playing a dangerous game with words.

The Dead of Winter

Playing a dangerous game with words.