POEM X: MISS X
°Is this a Mass or a Buffet?,
People coming in like its a Feast,
They forgot its not to amuse, nor to cheer,
Some said: don´t eat it now, its for the Beast,
I found my wrists in scarlet red,
Sooner they took me to an old cascade,
A fassade where time doesnt demand,
The sacrifice was perfomed tight and right,
Some valetines i used to claim,
We didnt have enough to share,
Some other days she used to stain,
Whatever teardrop she deserved to lend,
Oh Miss X dont follow me,
She haunts my dreams,
She baptised my fears,
If Miss X is coming here,
better leave a Goodbye note,
Better conceal my feet.°
L.C. Noctividus
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