Spell Poem by Charcoal Bullet

I been waiting for so long
trying to hide, trying to believe
her skin smell gold and sin
but now I see, placing my seeds

river coasts for another live
new ambitions degree to soul
this endless run turning me around
my mute eyes will scream soon

innocence
into sands
her salty smell
like a kind of spell

after all my emotions burn
I like a mirror without a light
I like a wounded bleeding bird
trying not even to fly but climb

The decline slides a smoke on lips
It something like a boring game
To foresee her full eclipse
On inevitable cuts of veins

innocence
into sands
her salty smell
like a kind of spell