PasopNegra

 When the sun goes down the moon shines at its brightest. There is a certain disquiet among us. No animal nor insect made a sound. The only privileged one is the wind, but even it...whistled lowly and rustled softly over the land. When the sun goes down a pale luminescent light now blocked out by the beastly shadow. Terrified of the world around them. the candlelights dimming at the sheer force of the darkness. It has come, the evil so pungent even the purest of souls (children) lay still and remain so. When the night comes the first shrill that asks for help is the most terrifying of all, because the next day you have to face your cowardice and offer your condolences. Everyone crouching in the far corners furthest from the door. When the night comes the crunching of bones and squelching bloody limbs goes on and on and on and on...the bang of another door being broken down, the familiar sound of splintering wood. The screams of desolate hopelessness. When the night comes...

  Sula                                                                                                                                                                 ...so it came down to this? Sula my love, I have hope for the both of us Sula           I never hated my name more than now                          Sula my name coming off as a painful groan Sula          ...

  on a lowly bench                                     it has seen many faces                                       never went any places   held down   by asses of all            shapes and sizes -PasopNegra

Mama said that if I didn’t come home before dark I wouldn’t make it home again. I was lucky that warm humid night.   She always warned... “Meu filho (my son) be careful...there are strange things that come out in the night. Naughty children disappear all the time. Listen filho be home before the sun hits Bhangu Mountain.”Mama sometimes took it too far. So I didn’t listen. I played by the river with my friends. By the time my mother’s warning rang through my mind, the sun was just about to reach the mountains peak. We all scattered in a state of hysterical laughter screaming and shouting at each other to corre! (run). I lived the furthest away and ran as fast as my little legs could carry me. They felt heavier and heavier as the sun went down, the crickets and distant roars of the animals in the wild. My pace quickened again when I heard a ruffle in the bushes, I told myself I’m almost home and shivered at the beating that was to come when I got home. I was a few huts away from my...

Listen I hate to repeat myself like a broken record Over and over it goes in a tight circle  Is it so hard to understand  No touching  No talking  No lovemaking Just feel the need to leave  the tip I'm here to make you feel animalistic  Like a cavalier I'm here to entertain you  To show you the world I'm the forbidden fruit that your wife cant be compared to I give you a few moments of bliss that feels ceaseless Danglin' what you already have at home I just show you what she cant do  50 for a dance 100 for the ne plus ultra orgasm Come back next time you hear!😘                                                                       _PasopNegra

  (n.) the overwhelming urge to run away... Let's go! We have no place here Why do you hesitate at this crucial moment  They are just tarrying your fate Yet you feel trapped by love Let's leave! Do you wish to suffer further  You hear their laughter it's mocking your  your permanence How foolish of you  Get out! Escape and live again Leave and stay gone Do not look back Belonging is futile So keep moving and live                                                                                                                                            ...

Breathe my love like it's your first time on earth You are safe now Feel free to be uncomfortable in the sepulcher for it is like home inhale don't be greedy there's a limit you know after all...you only have so much the sound of the sand ringing out like shotguns the thuds getting dimmer and lighter you hear the coons laughing at their triumph your pride trickling out like blood  your tears unshed to self-respecting to stain your face exhale your last breath for your story wont surface the truth buried in an eternity of silence take care, my love like your fiery red hatred they will burn in hell to them, you were nothing but wild game you're out of time your screams as silent as the very mimes you used to be afraid of your voice just another whisper to the howling wind I have to run along now so long my love I wish you farewell _PasopNegra