• cercandolaverita 26w

    Sing-song

    Sweet and swift,
    are the kisses of a madman.
    Dancing catastrophes
    in those psychotic sensations.

    Slowly, secretly,
    shall his suicidal seduction
    succumb to your satiated
    satisfactions.

    So sweet is cyanide
    if it lingers on his lips.
    You sit, savoring those seconds,
    as your sanity quickly slips.

    For as he shatters your desires
    with his unsophisticated pleasures,
    you stay trapped, willingly,
    in a madmans idle worship.

    ©cercandolaverita