โง ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ธ๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
โ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ
/ษชnหtษหk.sษหkeษช.สษn/
(๐.)
๐ท. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐ธ. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
โฑ โโโโโโเฎเนโกเนเฎ โโโโโโ โฐ
you were in love with the poison that emasculated the peace,
and she was in love with you.
and like it is for most ardent lovers,
escape was painful.
painful was the romanticization
of slow deaths and swift killers.
she was born chiefly in your hollow skull but took shape in your holocaust mouth cavity.
right from the moment of birth,
she was smothered and smitten on your skin
and under your skin---
for she was the smoke bellowing from your clenched teeth and parted lips, tickling and intoxicating all nostrils she touched.
she hated herself.
she hated that she was the queen of morning-darkness,
ruling all psychedelic metropolitan laughters ---
without any poetic tinge.
she hated that she was the untouchable fire which destroyed everything it touched,
a fearful fantasy filling your void cracked skull with delusionary desire,
a murderer, killing her guilty guardians in slow motion ---
without any colour.
she had to kill everyone she loved.
she was forced to coil her smoky serpentine tongue around your skinny neck,
embracing your panting maroon lungs
and kissing your tired revolting heart.
she was all too aware that she will bring death and destruction in her wake,
as long as she lives ---
lives with all her painfully piercing hallucinations, with suicide notes scribbled ruefully on her skin;
but you gave birth to her.
you took power in holding the cigar between your rotten ravaging teeth,
and you forced her in love with you.
โฑ โโโโโโเฎเนโกเนเฎ โโโโโโ โฐ
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