poems are dangerous.

they lead to the end.
i haven't found the word "edge" in my wordbox.

im close, dear.
my sweet little flower.
flower bleeding with scents out of its deep throat.

i think i couldnt move on.
they said "Incredibly!"
i said "I wouldnt fly again".
and jumped inside my future bell.
they have so many
words to say
about life and all its things
i got no answer to throw at them.
my tender, i am led to sins.
hey, cruel girl. do you still cry?
no, dont do this, im fucking dunce.
id hold you ever in my arms
until you die, until you die.
im torn by bottomless black holes.
white bones inside all turned to stones.
they have that freshness, their sky
is endless.
Wrinkled inside.
i've done.
at last i've done. i've done.
i've made this madness flow through me.
my trembling veins splashed no more sound.
i shut my eyes. My sweety E.