On The Prowl

Staring into the eyes of those I fail to notice
Eliciting obscenities without intention.
Captivated by introspective wondering,
While passing through overlooked streets,
Analysing the features of others,
In an attempt to mimic their nature
Though disgusted I remain.
Lacking individuality,
Personal identification seems ironic,
With demeanour showing nothing
Save an ability to feel as commanded.
Indoctrinated into society
Accept me only when restricted,
Your ruse of freedom has it's boundaries.
They're on the prowl for a singular desire
Bored I became with such underwhelming urges,
Desperate for the quick fuck,
Already degraded without a hint of respect.
I'm on the hunt to satisfy chaotic desires.
Whores beckoned close with tedious ease,
Desperate for the quick fuck,
All ready to be degraded,
With no hope for respect.
Tied up and abused they beg
As they always do.
Now disposed off.
Satisfied for a while,
I masturbate
Over a cunt bloodied not wet