LA POESIE DE LA VIE

  Now the snakes are out of hell, Falling for the quote, Theres a dead smell, Bleeding wounds, like open scars. Each drop of blood carves its own path, Now the snakes are out of hell, It's hard to tell what's in The Well, You can hear the scream of death, In the end, Maybe it's all in my head. By Prerna Diwan