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And like an intoxicating poison, they enter the blood. We long for the return, the intoxication but the withdrawn is all too painful but if only we could avoid the next sip, the next tantalizing taste...
All too late that we realize that heaven is merely another cliff from which to fall, our shattered bones somehow poor reminders when next the taste is offered. The addiction, the chase, the very idea too tempting. So we suffer, we endure, if only for another day.
That grasping feeling and biting remorse the only thing left after the delightful inebriation is gone. If only it would stay gone, we could avoid chasing it, lusting for it, wanting it. If only it would stay in one place but no, it follows us to our very doors, our very beds. The thoughts and memories and soft words float right into our minds, giving us no rest, no comfort.
Only through cruelest exertion of will can we push them away, even then, somehow, they eek into our lives, slip into the cracks of our minds.
Rage and burn, sigh and weep, it is all the same in the end, a front, a shield to push away that which hurts us and offers no rest.
All too late that we realize that heaven is merely another cliff from which to fall, our shattered bones somehow poor reminders when next the taste is offered. The addiction, the chase, the very idea too tempting. So we suffer, we endure, if only for another day.
That grasping feeling and biting remorse the only thing left after the delightful inebriation is gone. If only it would stay gone, we could avoid chasing it, lusting for it, wanting it. If only it would stay in one place but no, it follows us to our very doors, our very beds. The thoughts and memories and soft words float right into our minds, giving us no rest, no comfort.
Only through cruelest exertion of will can we push them away, even then, somehow, they eek into our lives, slip into the cracks of our minds.
Rage and burn, sigh and weep, it is all the same in the end, a front, a shield to push away that which hurts us and offers no rest.
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And I return to the echoing emptiness of a thread gone asleep. My words bounce off the walls without whip cracks to accommodate them. No sound of moan or proper belt nor candle lit. All the leather has left the room and skin vacated.
It is mournful the lack of sweaty luster on spanked skin or heady words of deviant wisdom. No dirty girl or lecherous man doth stalk these hallow pages. I alone, the incubus, have no prey to sup upon or companions with which to grin.
I shall lament in humble silence the temporary fate. I shall keep upper lip stiffened as I seek solace elsewhere. All pretty words aside, dammit, I am going to find porn...
It is mournful the lack of sweaty luster on spanked skin or heady words of deviant wisdom. No dirty girl or lecherous man doth stalk these hallow pages. I alone, the incubus, have no prey to sup upon or companions with which to grin.
I shall lament in humble silence the temporary fate. I shall keep upper lip stiffened as I seek solace elsewhere. All pretty words aside, dammit, I am going to find porn...
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Movies made me boring, Video Games made me stupid, Gaia made me apathetic, Life made me fat, and Porn made me bad in bed...
Everything wrong with me isn't my Fault!!!
I wasn't loved enough, ******** enough, paid enough, given enough, or emailed enough. My d**k is too small, the Email says so!!! I'm not smart enough, the studies prove it!!! I lack direction in use of my erection, steeped in manipulation, coaxed into woeful masturbation, denied simple elation, and scorning my creation, I sit in this chair moping and cursing my lot. Nothing is my fault, I hate the world. Where is my cookie, I tied my shoe!!!
******** you and ******** me, ******** it all into the ground. Beat me with a stick, beatings all around. Take it like a man, take it like a b***h, I honestly don't care which.
I hate this rhyme but to criticize myself, I lack the time...
Everything wrong with me isn't my Fault!!!
I wasn't loved enough, ******** enough, paid enough, given enough, or emailed enough. My d**k is too small, the Email says so!!! I'm not smart enough, the studies prove it!!! I lack direction in use of my erection, steeped in manipulation, coaxed into woeful masturbation, denied simple elation, and scorning my creation, I sit in this chair moping and cursing my lot. Nothing is my fault, I hate the world. Where is my cookie, I tied my shoe!!!
******** you and ******** me, ******** it all into the ground. Beat me with a stick, beatings all around. Take it like a man, take it like a b***h, I honestly don't care which.
I hate this rhyme but to criticize myself, I lack the time...
