Poezija - No.3

The End - Me & Jim Morrison

The killer awoke before dawn
He put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall

And he went into the room where his sister lived
And he walked inside her room
And he lay down on her bed
And he lay her on her back
And he slid her shirt off
And he unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and slid those down
And he pulled off her bra, and he

He pulled her panties, and then he
Stuck his dick inside of her and fucked his sister for an hour
And then he, payed a visit to his brother, and he
Walked inside his brothers room
And lay down next to him
His cold hand slid down his shiny skin
Hot, nude, undressed...

The sanke was glazed and shrunken
Was not afraid to touch it

(sth. is written by me, sth. mr. Morrison - Florida)