You call me a beast
It's ironic that you should be holding a chain round my throat persecuting me of how I, a simple emotion. Are the beast in this tail.
It's certainlyatrue that I am but an impulse, a sensation that cascades through your unfeeling unpleasured flesh. But you created me with your lust.
You star at people not thinking what a Normal person thinks. You have these lude thoughts of unnatural sexuals. Things unbecoming of a young human.
You call me the beast of lust but you are the beast that masterbates to feed his starving hunger.
Fire a bullet into your Brain
Let it fly like a plain
Die alone in your room
All alone like a dirty kitchen broom.
©poetryvall
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