Tuesday, October 29, 2019

What a shame.


I’ll kiss you with the passion only hatred possesses.
I’ll caress you with my nails,
As I pressure them deep into your neck.
I’ll scratch your white, red and blue back.
I’ll bite through your lips and make you bleed
Now feed my rage, feed.

No one will save you from the devil’s claws.
Your little twisted mind is now mine,
Your cold blooded laughs are echoing far behind.

I called your name
Will you answer?
Or ignore me once again?

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