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Behind outer walls...

Posted to Poetry

You had sex
with the one
standing in the
smoke of blown
out candles

You always liked
old-fashioned, romantic
backgrounds, with
flames reaching for the roof
curtains, red as blood
in an albino neck
roses on the bed,
the scent of fertile soil
penetrating the room

But beneath all these
magnificent symbols
lies a perverted heart
leaving me at the hole
with the noose singing
entire symphonies around
my bleeding neck

You made love
without loving, stole
passion from everything
it should represent

the whore you are
was the girl I wanted