toxicology (or what i pretend to be poetry)

red and yellow kills the fellows

close your eyes little girl.
choose the dress that warms you up
close your deepest dream
choose a nice coat
close your heart and pour some water in the floor
choose red and yellow; kills the fellows


Red touch black, venom lack!!

so you screw it againg, you told everyone you had it under control
what a shame for you
the lost opportunities, the emptiness left behind
clean those hands, change clothes: red and black always will speak for you
take a deep breathe, your heatbeat is so hard and fast, you're all sweat
red touch black, venom lack! stop!