Surviving The Scars

My soul is singing dirges in dark skies:  
It has been knifed by needless nightmares, since    
I sought sensual connection that soon dies.  
Once tired of your commands, I should have rinsed        
My bile in all the filthy, faded fucks         
I gave when I was yours.    
   
Beneath my breath,        
I curse the oral skills you loved: they sucked        
And kept me rimming you too long.    
Bereft        
Of all that sex and you, I will engage        
My tongue in less putrid, pathetic holes.        
   
Emasculating memories with rage,        
I'll hide my useless    
Angst:    
Concealed with souls        
In blackened skies (unlit by lonely stars),        
My future fucks may outlive all these scars.