Various Poems

7. Göt​ter​däm​mer​ung

The work of ours
Everlasting scars
The ending starts
The gift of art.

Our fall was worth it
For all of the sins we committed
My case was unfair
Protected my stand and nobody cared
Ran through the crowd and cried in the stairs
For all of the hours we spent on Mars
Now I'm spending the rest of my life in iron bars...

Pure as a virgin
Vulgar as Satan
There's a part of me you haven't shed blood yet
Deceiving demons
Angelic demeanors
I can't be killed, I'm immortal so as the lies you said.

If you think I'm a devil, well look at you
You dated me so I could become the one you wanted to
Those rogue eyes and mischievous smirks
You thought you created a sidekick, I ain't no side chick I'm the fireworks display you shouldn't miss.

Bombing the town of L. A.
In the slums of California, that's where we're slaying
Crimson blood paintings and carefree carnages
Wildfires spread like the horrible news I always read to you before we go to bed
The Göt​ter​däm​mer​ung of our dark games
Like all good things, it has to end.

The trials and executions
The injections and poisonous anesthesias
You ran away while I make time for my shame
Damsels in distress became robbers in disgrace
I don't know why we were caught, it was so flawless and worth the shot
It was actually foul play, a smart fallaway
Taking a step back because you knew I was stepping on the gas
So that you could get the last throw with me dying, nowhere to be found in your grasp
You nervously painted your clown mask, because the moment I knew it was already late and fast
Pace of a cheetah and tricks like a hyena
Smile like a killer, I hate you, you animalistic traitor.

Looking back at our love, it makes my eyes sore
My love for myself is the only thing I should mourn
Our jewelry in armored cars
Our names in the craters of Mars
Like our love that are miles apart.