sexually transmitted demons
plague me through the sober day
with fantasies of suicide
castration and an empty life
the memory of how you couldn't
even turn your head to look
as i - so called - "possessed" you
cuts and stabs and twists
the old whore's knife
and as for me i do confess
i am a lonely man these days
from time to time the loneliness
leads me to dark well-travelled ways
and as for you a man would need
below norm sensitivity
to understand how much you hate
all men. all clients.
yes. and me.
i gave you nothing
(just as you expected)
leaving cash aside
you gave me nightmares
sleepless nights
they carry on they won't subside
so - know!
it's not worth fighting with
a sexually transmitted demon
just to find a woman
who will suck and fuck you
dry of semen
Voices In My Head by Wayne Myers