Merciless to attempts of bearing your heart,
He dressed up in flowery carnations
Truest of the fidelity, winter grabbed your hand
A mock of self esteem, history taught Athenian women
To be bold and ruthless

He thought Sunday would be a bloodbath,
By Monday you'd sleep in your bed
Athenian women wear bricks on their genitalia
It is hard to summon love

A little dance and **!

If it had to be a Monday morning
where children aren't slaughtered with rendezvous of competitive parents fighting fugitive,
And Sunday would be left behind
No Emily! Monday is for love making

Might I dance the trojan horse
And sneak into your heart,

Manners hath not maketh man.

Remi may shoot you,
she had sown bladder with lungs
And paraded through a wedding

Remi digs up corpses and dances with them
She climaxes when poked with a thorn on her eyelid stiff

Remi knows how to laugh.
She is beautiful,
Remi looks at women and licks their skin

Remi had been in love
She had made love to wolves and painted her face with knives

She strips her clothes
And drips in blood
swallows her pain
Lifts her chin up
Remi calls Remi's name

Remi sold her heart in an autumn sale.

I'm an anorexic womb of hate and guts
But the dawn of May, i must **** myself.

May taught me that he may come back.
Or that he may not.

Psychologically you may lick the blood of your neighbour
But then again, you may **** her unborn child
Or you may not

Have you seen May? the girl who lives down the lane
She slept with many men, but not with their souls.

She may be my new friend.
I may sleep with her too

He may love me someday and
I may return my love for him.

But then again,

I may not.

And I'd be sorry a million times and bow down
I'd whiplash my soul and not blink a tear down my spine;

My love, hath thy lips near close to mine
In thy cold grave, I'd hold you a million years when the world summons you to die.

lies between cyanide and methane,
Geographically non-traceable

Has no life
Neither tropical favourites

Soil is like an angry ****
Bears no hills

Rumours run true,
men have killed themselves
Looted
Shaved

It serves as an empty pain,
It bears my name.

Welcome unto,
No Man's land.

And to conquer, is to fade
For acceptance, is to bow
Human adversities are but seances of ego burning against one another,

I hope your hatred will burn through the night and shelter my memories. A dormant volcano nonetheless is but the emptiness of
presence, rage your thoughts against me for I am left with nothing but grievances.

My torch shall burn no more.

For in hate my love,

We unite.