Darkness is encompassing my entire being,
As I’m talking to ladies(?) on the internet,
So ***** so ******, and its delicious,
I want, I crave, I’m already past addicted.
I’m past hard, and past, rock, diamond to the core.
No self-serving hands can release the beast,
Only their words their promises feed my meat.
But inside I’m still a little scared,
A little apprehensive that I don’t have a candle,
Or even a ladder to get back up.
Instead I’m stuck down here,
Deaf and blind, senseless in all but the lust and the mind.
Listening to some Justin Timberlake,
And reading ***** stories,
Oh how this is such infernal bliss.
It’s a good thing God doesn’t exist,
For my muse, for my with.
But I must complain, I must protest,
That the best part in all this,
Is doing what I’m not supposed to be doing,
With people who I can’t even miss.
****** affairs and fantasies,
The beauty of the naked body.
For some it’s a bright white light,
Showing them what they’ve never seen before,
The hidden, the trapped inner conscious.
But me is what it’s always been.
****** and not even hidden.
So there is no light here,
No positives to take,
Except perhaps some gratification,
And these stupid lies to bear.