Tuesday, August 23, 2011


And again I fell in your trap
burlesque angel
with the fire of a demon
and the wounds started to burn again
while I am licking and taste them
I know
they are my friends and I need them
and I know also that
when I play with you I will be without an helmet
and when everything will  feel like nothing
will come my old and faithful  friend :
the pain.

© Diana Mistera 2011
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