should I
tighten knots, breaking the bones inside?
seeing this sinister pieces of art and west,
her chosen dress, her ways... how she lied.
crack! I used to her breath and breasts.
butterflies divided into circles... wingless.
last bottle of bear, rear wheel here strucked.
in bedroom. shattered glass, flowers, and guess
you are gone - I'm depressed, my mind's fucked.
to ears I calling,
blamed.
in need of love
and warmth.