Future is uncertain, even the nearest
but in this uncertainty you are certain
to **** me
with your silent tortures
Dear Murderer,
Kiss me cold as I start boiling warm in your love
As my mind start thawing with anxiety
And as the fumes of my soul rises
above the silent hills
of those sealed lips
With rain falling of tears belonging
to crime undesired
Take me to the cave twisted with intentions
I shall follow your silence to eternity
Till my breath learns the silence
that hides what a mortal can never understand
And it was true
when I said
I will hold onto you even if it means following you to grave