he was a slut

he was dark yet
to be frank
he was a slut
going and cumming with any cunt
even fake ones
he didn't let by

till one day he got shout
he lernt the leson threw the pain
never to cross or cheat again
to drive his Bugatti he wishes he could

serves him right the little squid

i dare not Bereave him
his Instinct
so sure of his Libido
he now remains with his ego
that's the price of his forbidden lust

that would be the end of his game

for now he drives

only on my carpet

and if i wish so

he'll forget about it

Does anyone know the sweat of death?

Every minute of waiting

each twist from any movement that is heard

my end is coming

but I'm still here

Prohibited from any beam

My lust for life grows

What good is there though?

for crucial Concomitant events

Gathered against me

The hardest thing is how easy to get me out

Yet nobody comes

Officially no time for illusions

Today is a gift which's price well be taken tomorrow

No one understands the beats of my heart

How my nerves weaken when hearing their steps

And the approaching of my death

All that is good has left me

yet I care not anymore