real love on valentines....

real love on valentines....

A Poem by Schlechter Kornwurm

She stole into my closet
she presumed to be me
she was sent here by satan
to fornicate with me

to bear a martian child
to catch a falling star
im the child wild
my demons were never far

plaid leather jacket
hair like a lions flair
she strapped me straight-jacketed
choke me with her lions hair

tearing at the carpet
screaming at the trees
we're living in the desert
my screams fall on desert breeze

tasting all her love
slipping to my knees
she's my silver lining
she's my autumn leaves

confused and deranged
in love and consumed
she's the godess immortal
and im the young and abused


she takes me for dinner
she says let the bill be
she drowns me in her whisky
and she ate all of me


a night for the lovely
a night for food and wine
i'm here with my beloved
so have a happy valentines

© 2012 Schlechter Kornwurm


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Schlechter Kornwurm
Schlechter Kornwurm

in the city of love..., Azerbaijan



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