hope in hell


that day which led in that tomorrow

and that cold sweat on my skin and
those nerves with a profound disgust
for you disappeared abandoning me,
metamorphosed me in a lonely wolf,
a wolf carrying just sad emotions and
with all its hope in hell, — [period]
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Black Pistol Fire