TP405
I just hope
you dry.
Cause dead
you
are already.
Sickened behaviour
on sinked
excuses.
A need to steal
to feel.
No mercy
on this.
Shameless heart
with the
air of a fart.
Rotten like Johnny.
Blossom like mummy.
The end of
what never began.
Vasco Pompaelo*
