Behavioral Dysfunction by Araw Sun
With one breath I can die in your arms.
A lethal sigh that can summon brutes from hell.
An arsenal of broken emotions… gathered from the seine I pulled.
Time lapses, stars fading, sun rising, birds chirping, tires screeching… you are not decomposing!
With one bullet I’d take a shot!
And make you bleed ’til angels pity you of dying.
Perhaps you have a mechanical leg, hiding on a secret bunker – I fathom the fear inside… I feel it to.
But there are no hostilities present between us, so why should we?
I am not an engine of war and so are you.
I am just a man wearing a strait jacket with a sputum beside the lips.
You also have something white sticky shit dripping.
Later on I will be back in my room doing incantations.
But not to lure you in my insidious pipe dream,
nor mesmerize you with my concocted love.
Hence, an appeal to you that somewhere in between, your enchantment brought me to the bitter end.