Lunatic Love
Dec 16, 2021
There they are.
No flowers or honeymoon.
No cheesy songs.
Only a criminal and his muse.
Red-tinted flowers in the sky.
His valium-flavored caresses.
Under the milky way, they fly.
There they are.
Saints of filth and crime.
Saints of modern society.
Tabloids praise them.
Roles have been reversed.
