Yo, I don't feel okay
is that okay with you?
I'll back off, jack off, do what I have to do
to make sure this sleepy Sunday goes swell for you.
But your actions are like rug burns,
not hurting for long--but still hurting
I?
I twisted your arm?
You're not mad about that!
Are you?
You are?
Give me your skin so I can fold it!
Feeling your wrinkles under my calloused hands,
it won't hurt, I swear!
A lesson for you is what I bear.
I let this happen for one hundred years
until my pale flesh turned purple,
and my eyes blackened into squares as I saw Nyarlathotep slip out of your three tongues.
You begged for an apology I couldn't muster,
and in turn chafed your own foolish forgiveness in place of mine.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC
Yo, I don't feel okay
is that okay with you?
I'll back off, jack off, do what I have to do
to make sure this sleepy Sunday goes swell for you.
But your actions are like rug burns,
not hurting for long--but still hurting
I?
I twisted your arm?
You're not mad about that!
Are you?
You are?
Give me your skin so I can fold it!
Feeling your wrinkles under my calloused hands,
it won't hurt, I swear!
A lesson for you is what I bear.
I let this happen for one hundred years
until my pale flesh turned purple,
and my eyes blackened into squares as I saw Nyarlathotep slip out of your three tongues.
You begged for an apology I couldn't muster,
and in turn chafed your own foolish forgiveness in place of mine.
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