Guillotine


It says it nicer,

for this torture.

Love is hopeless,

all mine for her.


I try define it a

word other than

the love I sink in,

is as if quicksand.


I felt a glance I a

man just saw her.

A smile it danced

my mind’s foyer.


At the front I see,

at the front I smile.

But in my warm

bed I empty defile.


Mother earth’s ire,

the magma below,

will melt away burn,

sun will cease glow.


In this universe I a

man will replay it;

a smile for a king

when I but a shit.


The time cuts as

it moves forward.

Lethal take a head,

I am no warrior.

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