battered limbs lay twisted. sadist ways tread canabalistic. extremities all masticated, bitten off while you masturbated. tasted sweet to turn my tongue. clever when i whine but it seems i'm never done. break my rhythm now as not to seem i hold to tight and lose my grip on everything. smell the canker when you pause to breathe; i'm not addictive but wish to be. mockery-profundity. Bitchy emo faggot gothic pissing bastard, shove it. All our torment-masquerade vanishes once we get laid. masochism is a claim to cover pity-fucking-weak esteem. |