Le berger d’Arcadie
Teeth
Struck by your heart’s fist,
Futile defense, fingers twist,
Waiting for your kiss.
(Knock out my two front teeth. I
Want my blood in your sweet mouth.)
I can make you cry,
Baby, you’ll always be mine.
Love can never die.
(I will keep your teeth in my
Pocket. Little chips of you.)
Kai in Lumikuningatar, my first love.
Ki Jeal 2012
Brigitte Bardot with a boner.
Be my Orpheus,
Icarus, I’ll follow you
From Hell to Heaven.
Amor Roma
Transcend (Elevate)
Do you ever think about death?
Sometimes.
Have you ever wondered how you’re going to go?
Yeah, i hope it’s slow.
Why?
So that I know when to let go.
I hope we die together. Holding hands.
Hm.
We could go out in a blaze of glory, jump off the Eiffel Tower or something.
Or AIDS.
I don’t care how we die, as long as we’re together.
(I hope you die first. I want to strip the flesh from your bones. I want to drink your blood and choke on your fingers. I want to vomit into your empty ribcage and wear your wicked heart as a crown. I want to pull out every single one of your teeth, little pieces of white marble, and grind them to dust. I want to feel your eyes cold in the palms of my hands, your eyelashes caught under my fingernails. I want to feel your last breath in my mouth, my tongue pressed against the back of your convulsing throat. I want to feel your cold slick blood on my face. I want to feel you transcend your body. Transcend. Transcend. Elevate.)
IN LOVE WITH LOUIS FROM ONE DIRECTION.
I sit here in Rome.
You are eating a sweet cake.
Your green eyes are bright.
(I break your strong jaw open
And defecate on your soul.)




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