Good thing my executioner
have your face
May your memory be the edge
that slice my head.
Make it yours that not
my certainty collapses
That hurt me with words
These low skill.
Good thing my executioner
have your face
sea because you're suffocating me
If I surrender to the
Make it your kiss-dagger
who has tajeado my belly
Who has been your pop
That left me unconscious
That filled my life
And now your hand is pushing
This free fall
And you love too
And that mistake is not committed
is to love you more than my
And that's what I submitted
In this cage made tear
In this vacuum consistent.
Oh my love you were so cruel
And yet so innocent
Perhaps I have always asked
be my best death.
