Your smell still lingers
on my ***** thoughts.

it's kinda ******
you don't really have a choice
you know like AA

I am a slave to the world...
I want to be free...
But the thing is,
I don't know how.

nothing hurts better than that dry friction
piercing deep into my most frigid parts
warming me up then melting me down
into a formless mass of something
yet it's the only time i feel nothing
and nothing hurts better

the stink of beer smoke and ****
with trace amounts of shame
has never smelled so nice
this must be heaven

I'll rip your
neck off
& watch it
bleeding slow
because
that's
always
the best part
of the show.