You pollute the air of my
all ready vandalled corridor
putrid perfume words.
witch proves your voice
though soft and sweat at
first listen is not from an heavenly choir.
for with a careful glance
threw bright blue smeared
windows i see your soul
growling and salivating
hungrily for some on to
crush. with your sweat yet
very very bitter since of
sound.
Yes I don't think you as an angel
but as a knot in my stomach.
a knot of regret a knot of
remorse.
that burst and tightens deep
inside. I want to hide
but from who? To who did you
spout your poisonous yet extremely
shallow creek of mistaken
words.
