Written by Pino-x

Imaginary explosion of pleasures,

less fleet of confidence

throws away the flows of dignity.

My thought was for good,

Her smiles was dark

with gesture that taste like poison apples.


“I am scared” i said

“It wont hurt” she replied

Further and further she droves

more chains to her words,

i was stripped of my confidence

my virtues were drained.

Hopelessly i lye, like a slaughtered goat

in front of a butcher.

The after smiles hurt the most,

I have been used.

“GET OUT” she shouted

Lost and buried i felt.

That was true.



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