He is the god of lust,
ten thousand hours
spent observing
the herding of the hurting,
blood spurting,
and still he seeks
to feed a deep need.
He is the professor
of pain
professing his name
begging the same
from some sweet
unknown dame.
He is a soul seeker,
deep truth speaker,
devourer and needer
of sensual things.
Whilst the horde
of ***** human beings
keep ******* rutting
like squalid pigs in a sty
he is searching
for the truth inside,
his inner light
sense of pride
so that someday
he will find
a parallel passion
on the otherside.
It is a hunger,
a lifetime of starvation
he has been facing
whilst racing towards
a brutal end.
Love will not mend
those wounds,
but it would be nice
to have a life
softened by
similar passions,
even if they are just
two boats passing
on a foggy night.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 8:33 AM UTC
He is the god of lust,
ten thousand hours
spent observing
the herding of the hurting,
blood spurting,
and still he seeks
to feed a deep need.
He is the professor
of pain
professing his name
begging the same
from some sweet
unknown dame.
He is a soul seeker,
deep truth speaker,
devourer and needer
of sensual things.
Whilst the horde
of ***** human beings
keep ******* rutting
like squalid pigs in a sty
he is searching
for the truth inside,
his inner light
sense of pride
so that someday
he will find
a parallel passion
on the otherside.
It is a hunger,
a lifetime of starvation
he has been facing
whilst racing towards
a brutal end.
Love will not mend
those wounds,
but it would be nice
to have a life
softened by
similar passions,
even if they are just
two boats passing
on a foggy night.
