When the wind blows, the bow breaks.
Cradle falls, and the earth shakes.
For God’s sake.
My prayers for all,
last night I danced with the Devil.
My hunger encroaches,
creeping on the life I never had,
wish was mine.
I hate your poems,
I love your heart,
I hate your words,
I love your art.
Nothing is audible,
everything is loud!
I love you’S sound like vinegar,
and your tongue tastes like sulfur.
Give me one last kiss
Let me embrace your soul,
while your body rots in a ditch.