Bitter, The Twenty Heaven


I’m the bitter sweat that runs down your face.

I’m the bitter cold against your fair skin.

I’m the bitter man you don’t want to meet.

I’m the bitter pussy, don’t breath me in.

I’m the bitter coffee you know you need.

I’m the bitter truth, you try hard to flee.

I’m the bittersweet, when you come too fast

and still yearn to please.

I’m the bitter end when you go deep,

don’t try to choke on me.

I’m the last warrior of the regime,

I stand alone in this sugar hooked dream.


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