Killer love

A spring breeze in thin air follows my shadow

while I’m wandering this garden of death

black ribbons dancing so softly on my bloody red dress

I’m here love burying little pieces of you

little pieces I did collect

but I’ll bury you safely,

in this golden locked

to never forget.

Dark angels cry acid, the white ones cry rain

and you sleep in my darkness

to never wake up again

as the man in police uniform, cuffs me

takes me away

I replay the scène Where I told you

‘It is better not to play’

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