Smoke's Men - Nahemah

Trapped by smoke’s men whirlpool…

Which squeeze me out from the inside

They explode my head temples

And surround my stomach with that

Burning blue fire

Trapped by smoke’s men whirlpool…

Which cover my fluids with convulsing

Spasms and tint my fears with the

Blood that, bubbling, flows outside

Of me

Trapped by smoke’s men whirlpool…

Which tie my entrails and pull out

My soul by the mental retchings of

The feelings

Trapped by smoke’s men whirlpool…

Which dissect my eye’s cover

Breaking the acid blink of my

Sobs and aphonic weepings