Parisian apartment No.5

sunlight struggles through the dirty glass

dimly illuminating running shadows of tenants past

the wretched yellow wallpaper in its peeled demise

slowly sinking into the burgundy abyss of sullied carpet

this is hell

but to us it is heaven

the perfect haven for the lonely

the haunting ghost of the fake Ophelia led me to you

curiosity led you to me

the foyer becomes the stage for our anonymous love

against the decaying wallpaper our bodies intertwine

rough, antagonistic, and overrun with violent movements

passion through aggression follows with callous hands

wrapping tightly around your neck

my teeth sinking into your pure flesh

wildly ramming you into the wall over and over

the wails of pain and pleasure mixed almost camouflaged

by the loud thumps

within a few minutes we finish but it's not over

we must continue, we found what we longed for in each other

the perfect death can be achieved by tearing us apart

and i will chase you until the very end

when you pierce your bullet through my heart.