That eyes drown me
in a love too pestilent
fetid as a bloody gutter
Your look, so clean
yet your skin so filthy,
promiscuous, prurient, impudent
yet too innocent to know that I know
Perhaps, when my heart cried in white, this would’ve work
now swarming my head
dreams and wishes
of tear your gruesome skin to shreds
pluck out your eyes
and boil your childish lying tongue,
with my bare hands that will stain as dries
with your pouring pain,
yet do I love you? Do you think I can?
yet do you love me? Do you think you can?
I’m lonely, stupid whore,
but not empty, still filled with perversity.
Our love are just cummed ashes.
Copyright © Dawruin Petrel | Year Posted 2015
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