your darkness under your bones
your happiness trembling, no more
you chocked me, and bit my ego
I've played with your heart like I do in a casino.
my words, the sharpest knives
your ignorance, the lowest kind
my love, one lonely butterfly
your love, one murder to justify.
YOU ARE READING
mortem
PoetryIf it wouldn't be enough I'd feel pages with my tears, burn desires with my flames and tear all apart with no regrets.
