grezlay figueroa - depths

The father whimpered as the liquid turned to depths of the sea.
if she threw herself in, then whos there to see?
its a motionless feeling.
a thought or a cry.
her silence is equal to the wrath's of a tide.
whats the point of torture
when your hearts not at stake
take away blindness take away pain.

grezlay figueroa

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