13 stycznia 2013
Love shell
Your morbid hues of rose coloured love
eagerly participates in my nonchanlant moods
that swing from post to post
of your step by step love affair
No care! no care!
You sweep my broken floor
with your empty promises
of sweet returns
I'm your bruised atrocity
your broken whore
I'm your unkept muse
your secret divinity
Your brushed swept liar
your cheating provinity
PROFANITY!
How dare you write such uncalled for obscenties
as from your bed
such dreams lap in your sweet ears
my sweet love
I dream of you in curly leaves
of tree like hair
your pretty smile
in your underground lair
Do you speak of fortune?
Of grace and hope?
I pronounce you with courage
and set you free from loves rope
And sing to your provinces
of countries for eyes!
For, for all of the humans I have encountered
you have swept my memory the most with goodbyes
To say hello again and again
as I fill your body with the life force of yen
And sweetly kiss your nudity galore
For you will forever be the wave, to my galliant shore.