fifth date
our fifth date wasn't that great
it was a total failure in the first place
nothing was special. i hope it wasn't too late
to end this bloody cancerous maze
(mr che don't you see?
i think we aren't meant for each other,are we?)
never thought that you made me craving
at the sable liqueurs you bring
you said it was great to cleanse this poor soul
so you hung it on the dancing pole
(mr che you are wrong,
i say this relationship won't last long)
you pinned that silver nail to my vein
invaded my blood from my toes to my brain
while i was quietly weaving a revenge
to my dearest mr. chemo the black mange
sixth date
i smell death all around this chamber
i was lying there and you just stood at the corner
the shows on tv were as nuisance as mating mosquitoes
they were dancing as if i weren't looking
my head kept on spinning, thinking of that sweet moment;
the time when this cycle of torment ends
the six-time-date that crushes my bones paralyzes my brain
and fills my framework with poison that exhausts my mind
no more dates with mr. che the bloody guy
i dumped him today before the moon left the night sky
saying goodbye was the greatest thing i felt
"savor more of this exquisite liqueur " you said
but i chose to leave you forever with no regret
Sept'15
