It was like hell,
but, sweet god! wasn’t I happy to make my utmost in order to turn it into a permanent dwell??
I’ve got fucked up in mysterious ways again and again,
my heart just broke, bringing me to life and excruciating despair.
“Never!” I said long time ago; no more drama and betray.
Ain’t I a lucky mother fucker for getting it wrong, and still having some dragons to slay?
enjoying the ache
craving for more
my nerves are busting my balls for not letting it go.
What was I supposed to do, fellows?
She is a Naiad and I was her next bite eager to be to swallowed.
Hardly coping with my sense of... decency.
What?? What’s that, dude? Sounds like a skin disease or a purist heresy.
