Cancerous and killing.
Behind my eyes, upon my skin.
Stench.
Reproducing, refreshing.
A history etched forever,
Impossible to delete.
I don’t function like I did
Before your touch, your ugly caress.
Your sensuality is rotten to the core,
Processing lust.
A coded commodity.
A menu to sicken,
That tastes of sin
And regret.
I’m desensitized.
I am broken.
Reprogrammed.
Addicted.










this is so painfully powerful. well done. x
Thank you, much appreciated
Wow a peek into the darkness of your mind. This is so different from what I have come to expect from you, I love the darkness, the vulgarity of feeling.
Bravo