Pinky lace and Pixie dust

By Filip Van Lysebeth

The sin
of hate
Forgiven
by fake
The curse
Of tears
Protects
Your fears


Shiver
And shake
To your
Stress brake
The seed
You create
Sews hate
Allows rape


All that it takes
Is the hand that brakes
Selfish lust
Is pinky lace
And pixie dust


Flame with
Your legs
Disgust
Regret
The taste
Is fake
Your feed
I break