This is feeding what I am. It's like salt poured into a deep, infected wound.
It's the type of pain you really dig and long for. I've always
been Insecure to open up and show love. Some pretty girl with Long hair,
some bald guy writhing. rejection...The kind that's self induced. The tongue
that's Bitten through. The nauseating stab. Is feeding what I am. A short
fuse.
If there really is a god, then it's punishing me
constantly. She let me taste that sugarhole and of course, I
wanted More.
But no. I'm reduced to a Rottypanol snort and a lot of
drinks. This shit goes on and on. Just look down my pants. Rejection...It
ain't a fucking game. My human dick to blame. A sociopathic plan. Is feeding
what I am. Rejection...Takes life away from eyes. Will give you to The
skies. It makes me more than a man. Is drowning