I wish to know you
and abuse you,
I don't know better,
I'm not getting better.
I'm just the monster,
in your **** closet,
I love you to death
upon my last breathe.
Swans are on fire,
and the razor wire,
cutting to pieces,
I am a demon.
Swatting the sermon
of a local priest,
of my vile honesty,
I wish to tear in pieces.
My next meal,
are under the peel
of squirting
of the irritation
of an orange.