The Mafia Affair
His tainted maiden I be,
Not king nor gentleman
But the Mafioso
His tales travelled wide
Terror and fear
In name of respect he owns
In his heart a rot grows
Into a drunken forest
Of hatred, lust and power
With the virility of a demon.
I saw in his dark visage,
God in form of man...
Seeking to invade his vehemence
To be a lost tale
Adorer, concubine, slave
Or his only woman
His sins soon carved a tempest
From the miseries of mystery
He bellows "run away".
In the eye of the storm
I drop to my knees
With folded hands and crumpled will
I beg of him,
Take me tonight
Drown me in a sea of your ecstasy
Or Kill me tonight
In the plain white moonlight
"shoot me"
My dying heartbeat
Before you triggered me dead
Will always echo in your ears,
My last stare
Will follow you everywhere
and cannot escape it,
My last breath
On your venomous lips
Will remain like an indelible scent
And your child,
I shall carry in my womb
To my shallow grave...
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