Train Wreck Whore

Whore… wouldn’t wanna be you…
Hide amidst your dwellings;
peeking through the crevice in the shadowed corner.

Study me;
study all promoters of chastity
and fools of slippery cash alike.

I’m not a fool; not afraid to deny.
Your pleasures tempting as those irises’ grasp and pull,
poisoning senses into submission.

Submit?! No…never!
Back away from me, let “that guy”
sip your contaminated words.

The venom invades
saturated flesh;
devouring what’s inside.

Many shall choose submissiveness,
degrading their spirit like a butterfly’s tenuous wing;
disintegrating in the air your world clouds with narcissism.

Amour of thy self; brings a gust of hornets
puncturing your body with hundreds of needles;
leaving their impression upon a defenseless shit.

Oh that graceful prowl;
eclipsing bright lights in heavy riffs,
you seek a kill.

Many will look, whisper,
inviting their predator
with an opened soul,
ready for filleting and dissection.

Sinking their sharp quid pro quo within,
time comes when all of us men and women surrender
to our inner most desires.

In this battle, there is no innocence.
We choose and react.
Some say the choice itself is no choice at all; we are destined.

Fate and destiny are the ideologies
preaching inability to discipline our own lives!
Imagine that!

Then there’d be no need for a Hell?
How can one burn eternally for a grave sin
he or she was destined to inflict?

So I remain unreligious;
accounting for my own actions;
actions that’d place this body upon white-hot cinders.

The graceful
pussyfooting whore…
disgusting.