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.
