Futile Bliss

Rivers of somber desires,.
cascading off rocks to my chest,.
knee deep in perspiration,.
precipitating from your hesitation,.
reaching out to your face,.
you lied to me about how it felt,.
stinging like hornets on a hot day,.
you told me how i should feel,.
my eyes swell into yours,.
such a fantastic image of gore,.
you pushed me for too long,.
you made up words for fun,.
a life for yourself that doesn't exist,.
so you can live in your futile bliss,.
Now I pay for your shit,.
In fistful of torment,.
How do you live with yourself,.
How does one manage to sleep,.
With a lying, corrupted mind like yours,?
Why doesn't the river sweep you under,?
Why do I have to pay for your delusions?