I want you to know
That
I cursed you when you cried
That
I didn't care when you died
That
I changed my mind when you sighed
I left you at the altar instead
And burned you inside of your bed
And stuck needles into your head
As you melted away my heart
As you stole rights to my art
As you kissed my secret lover
In the dark
And fucked her
And kissed her
Though we were to be wed
You took my true love instead
So I burned you in your bed
The altar empty once more
No more bogeyman at my door
My true love becoming a whore
To you
All to you
To you
A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Friday, 22 April 2016
21/04 Lovers And Death
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