miedo

Everything is perfect here . .

But I couldn’t create here . .

Somewhere over there . .

That is where I had to be . .

In the middle of chaos . .

I could write your fucking noose . .

So tight around your neck . .

Fit snug, your own death making you feel so safe . .

So sad you believe in fate . .

You don’t just die . .

You create this death . .

Your  final masterpiece . .

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Folly Holly

He’s drunk in love with Holly..

Makes him feel like he just ingested Molly..

Will do anything – to make her happy..

Too bad, she is fucking – his pappy..

She slaps his face, in anger..

Only wants him, for his paper..

Fingers wrapping around that silky throat..

Passionately making her choke..

Purple bruises he kissed – with soft lips..

Holding her – in his warm embrace, finally she was his..

Poor, poor Holly –

Shouldn’t have created so much folly?

 

 

Folly Holly

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