• the_fox 20w

    girls on killing spree

    the sun is up
    and you're searching
    for a new lover;
    but your heart leads you
    to no-one.
    when the sun goes down,
    only some know, what you become,
    you become awake
    unlike the rest of us.

    death gallops its way
    to your spent heart,
    and you've been running
    for an escape,
    scavenging for that one piece
    out of thousands you lost.

    abiding to the striptease,
    men that lose control
    over her body;
    almost manage to be another sad story,
    another broken heart
    or, another suicide on the newspaper :
    *MAN INTOXICATED TO DEATH,
    SUICIDE LETTER READS :
    "she strangulated me,
    to my last breath"*.

    ┬ęthe_fox