While beggars queuing up
with bunch of roses
dark dark blood comes out
from your heart
I said I need, I don't want
Words, I am ashamed
Words, I am ashamed
of their incapacity
of their selfish lackness
Knowing it would not come to me
Easily
I need your sex planted
like a knife in my body
slitting my organs little by little
internal bleeding, I love the pain
I want you to climb up, so up inside me
your sex swirling around deep inside me
You opened up my new heart
just below there
I am all open for you.