All the hunters are the same
I know their vicious nightmare game-
true sex I sought no more I asked
and drank the poison: again at last.
She wants the villain to take her again
but she has joy and life and pain.
her actions weren't what she said
dear god I want the pain instead.
anything but this empty chest
I pine for meaning and often get less-
even in a loveless fuck I have to be compelled
I'd rather be a praying harpy than live this tasteless hell.
these walls they seem so tight right now
they bear the witness of my sin
and I the great performer bow
I've been judged and karma wins.
such drama in such simple sex
her actions weren't what she said
such things as fucking should not vex
I think I'll take my loneliness instead.
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