The young face limited

The tiny boy in drugs
rest in peace on a soul
of pills and useless
control.

Right? You won´t know
the horrible truth.

Then yes.

Suck me.

Don´t you see addresses of places in which you can be?
The colors of the buildings where you haven´t been?

Please, let me go with the absence of your coat
to warmer places
filthy ring bells sounds when we leave.

Right?

Absolutely yes.

Fuck me.