Piece of shit ass hole
so long as you get some pussy
who gives a fucking fuck.
The marriage map’s a paper
you dumb bitch, you raped her
I’m not yet numb, bitch
you hussy mother-fuck
Knocking off some lifetimes
Notching off your “nice-times”
blind bastard, look and see
what you really did to me
the ass blood you have spilled
in your hissy-fit anger;
you shove your cock inside me
truth won’t penetrate your reality –
You narcissistic solipsistic blind bastard piece of shit brain;
stoic little bitch drain;
guiltless, gutless,
gruesome in your guise.
Come on mother-fucker.
Punch my button.
Make me pop.
Make me bleed some more.
Why shake the blame you earned?
Your pride is in my demise
Your shadow grows
Engorging, pulsating
the cock that likes to cut me
sharp butchering machine
you likes so much to cut me
where no one else can see.
You leave a mess of me;
Can’t clean your own ass without me
I wipe the tears and smears
of your leftover rage
My anger,
screams,
tears…
Why do my ears hear the same?
The child has heard this
Wants to fix it
You locked her in
left for later in her room
Back in a rage
You douse my slashed body;
soaking what you have penetrated, torn
with your acidic fecal cum.
Light the match.
I’ll hold you tight
Just like you “beg of me”
Each and every night
With resolve,
tears dissolve
the wet gas in my eyes
burning my face in suffering deliverance,
I’m surprised you were
Never forced against-
or bent beyond
your will.
Make me burn
And I’ll hold you all night
You’ll gas me but I’ll clear it,
for the child I’ll bear it,
I’ll hold you ‘til you’re trapped
in bars,
split behind
your backside bloody
the narcissistic bastard plug
slicing your behind to drain
cutting off your cock; your brain
I will protect the child
Punch my button.
Make me pop.
Make me bleed some more.
Why shake the blame you earned?
Your pride is in my demise
Your shadow grows
Engorging, pulsating
the cock that likes to cut me
sharp butchering machine
you likes so much to cut me
where no one else can see.
You leave a mess of me;
Can’t clean your own ass without me
I wipe the tears and smears
of your leftover rage
My anger,
screams,
tears…
Why do my ears hear the same?
The child has heard this
Wants to fix it
You locked her in
left for later in her room
Back in a rage
You douse my slashed body;
soaking what you have penetrated, torn
with your acidic fecal cum.
Light the match.
I’ll hold you tight
Just like you “beg of me”
Each and every night
With resolve,
tears dissolve
the wet gas in my eyes
burning my face in suffering deliverance,
I’m surprised you were
Never forced against-
or bent beyond
your will.
Make me burn
And I’ll hold you all night
You’ll gas me but I’ll clear it,
for the child I’ll bear it,
I’ll hold you ‘til you’re trapped
in bars,
split behind
your backside bloody
the narcissistic bastard plug
slicing your behind to drain
cutting off your cock; your brain
I will protect the child
