No Reason

Solace in silence, haunted and defeated
taunts and torments. fuck fuck fuck
rape yourself. kill kill kill
talking mad. no reason to kill
still cut your cats. olive oil, broccoli
Think. Nothing ain't right.
Speak. The truth's of your soul.
Listen. The truth's of your soul.
Angry, bored and innocent.
Still masturbate, ejaculate creative juices.
Mumble something mysterious.
O it's the same old cock and balls joke.
Inject this irony, Life is Sick.
Dance, drunk and naked.
Small cock of mine dangling innocent.
PERVERSE. Still write write write
Flowers bloom and wither away,
snow falls and melts away,
The Pacific ocean is huge and blue.