Speaking With The Demons

Inner monologue with the demons in my head we talk about my issues as if I’m already dead, they tell me

"quit bitching and just take one through the heart, mother fuckers like you have to suffer to make real art."

But I don’t wanna die yet, my dick is still soft, I can feel my hand twitching, the gun going off, but before my head splatters I take a quick pause and hear

“Alex you might be a wolf but don’t be a bitch, just hurry the fuck up and do that shit”

The voices make me itch and I feel the need to scratch, but I know I have to be stronger than that. 

“Fuck you, Alex, you’re a fucking bore. Kill yourself now and forget about that whore.”

I laugh, I cry, I want to fucking die, but instead I jack off and wait for her reply.