How I killed love
Pictures hanging on the black walls
Hot-blooded ghost, chocked in a bottle
Oak chestnut, your color in death
Triggered my gun, wobbly, my fingers
Olive your blood, spilled on my mirror
Graceful surrender, I lowered my head
Rickety, like the snake that rattles
Another day has now gone by
Perhaps, my darling, you don’t know
How it was that I killed love
About the vile 