"My word is the only credibility I have to myself"
All I have left are my virgin poems
Molested by abusive hopeless romantics.
Terrorizing them to the point of disorder
Vandalizing them through desperate antics.
- with bad luck being my best of luck -
Label me bare, with a partial heart there
Where I most need to be complete.
Take away whatever is left, suicide me
Push me to the point of no longer exist.
Aristo Dos Santos
“For Those You Love and Adore”