No one's there—at the dark
skimpy place.
No one could notice how they
please as a mare.
Seeing her to death, and will act
with no predictable malice.
Perfectly cooking every organs—
a daze.
Laughing out loud like it's just
a dare.
Laughter and tears—they give
a gaze.
Echoing their voice—as you run—
you'll still be chased.
Don't walk in this mortala castle—
sombre.
For you're the next—to die—
to embrace.
In this recondite abstruse space—
Body's heat—lust—will be gaudier,
They'll protude lasciviousness. Die
or taste.
They'll interrupt your halcyon life—
your only ace—
When their attention was caught—
by you—they'll flare.
All you can do; run and haze.
As they're creating lethal discursive
piece—
Slitting you as a carcass in there.
Curtailing your journey as you pace.
You speak, you'll die—don't
be the ness.
this is about society. if you speak, you'll die.
