Liquids-Self-Inflicted Violence

I think of the calm breaze A relaxed state of peace When the wind decides to breathe Spirils appear underneath my feet Liquid pleasures Flowing streams Through water i am baptized, We stop somewhere in between I soak myself in Seeing my reflection Drowning once again Stealing air through my skin Staile treasures Deep in the oceans womb lost it time i cant not decide if iam alive taking in myself my lifes clock Liquids failed Die in my dreams felt like ice all things are dead Waterfalls of light Spirits wail for water Crashing waves against rocks Continuously shaping Poured into my chest elemental of mother earth heavy clouds of cerment thunder storms of green night vision all wet made of pure ice melt the black sun