Broken Taboo

They say they know,
am a spoiled soil
like snow,
I sweat my toil.
Dry lands,
Whom am I lying to?
Comforting words,
nothing much can do.
We are like plants,
I am poisonous
not really important,
If all I am is dangerous.
Scared tattoos,
Like a fallen foreigner
My homeland taboos,
Full of art and designer.
A broken cover,
Hail to a bloodstream
When the storms is over,
Comes silence of a fading scream.