He prefers necklaces that choke
Insists he’s just some bloke

One who doesn’t bite, mostly
He promises infinity

So, the tumble begins
The golden smile sunsets;

In the end, darkness descends,
Blood stained.

Most of forever deprived
A dying rose on the table,

A blood red soul
Put to rest, in the netherworld.

~Just L (February 11, 2019)