Like Hell
You wake up, it's Sunday someone made love somewhere not you, someone Morning was a crime's acceptance they took you to a prison where no one wants you for himself You go out, let's say, you go out for something like saying you went out for dinner or death but no, they don't want you out there either and death was an old saying they fooled you. The bed where you wake up is all white, except is not white is red, all red, open wound red. Someone came by the night hurt you and left you alone alone with your hands on you touching because your body is god and he doesn't want you either Evening is not less frightful something hurts somewhere: you just remembered who came by the night Remember her trying to forget you because you are that dirty window everybody disowns until someone cleans it. You are dirty and in love. Let's say, love, you gl