Don't Mind Me, This is just a Rant to Purge Frustration.

Death paused, and looked at all the living people,
"Ew. I'm going to end them all one day, on principal."
"Just because they're mostly ugly, and horrible to each other,
And having to stop and kill them is quite a bother.
They would make wonderful entertainment  
In an eternal imprisonment."
All things born, die, all things made, decay,
All things that live, have at some point, hateful things to say,
So many people make bad decisions,
And horrible justifications for their actions,
Like money being the root of evil,
When actually it's greed, that makes people evil, or grovel,
Or using religion as a cover for their actions,
Or as weaponized fear, regardless of the reactions or infractions,
And many other bad things,
(Though there are also good things).
And so many people pick out the most unappealing mates,
And intercourse is the only reason for their dates.
Just once, I'd like the glory
Of hearing a love story
Where sweet hugs, little kisses on the cheek, and such,
Made them giggle and blush,
Not by the desire to get into the other's bed,
But the joy of being with each other at that moment, instead.
Where the embraces arn't a ploy for something ulterior,
But rather something spectacular,
Where it isn't clouded with the gloom
Of them thinking ahead to the bedroom,
Hoping their actions are loving enough for the other to trust them,
So they can then go to sleep with them,
And then when the sex dies,
The relationship dies,
Because they based it solely on the bedroom,
Leaving their lack of shared interests in a tomb.
How about a book/movie/short film/YouTube video/personal story
Where the hug may be more then friendly,
But is full of a love and a joy of being close
Without the hope for something gross?
A loving hug, is a loving hug,
A loving kiss, is a loving kiss,
And only just recently am I realizing this:
Realizing that so many people see it as more than this.
This leaves me with many questions,
I honestly cannot associate loving actions
With nothing perverse also going on,
With something wanton,
So I don't see things like hugs, kisses, holding hands, and dates, that way,
But I've come to realise others see them that way,
And it makes me wonder if my future partner's actions will be sincere,
Or a lie, for a motive more ulterior.
I know not all are that way,
But so many are, and do say
So much about sex,
It's really a hex,
A curse,
So perverse,
They can't escape it,
They need it,
I can't escape it,
I don't want to hear it.
I wish everyone around me, all the media,
Would shut up about this hysteria,
It's like they'll never get to be intimate ever again,
And so they talk and think about, and act on it again, and again,
I hardly ever feel this way,
Certainly not every day,
I go many months inbetween these feelings,
And they're so low, I usually don't realize when I'm feeling these feelings.
For me, love does not equal intimacy,
But intimacy equals love, simply
Love without sex, but if I ever did that,
There would be nothing but love associated with that.
I wish I knew more people like me,
Who the value of silence on this, could see.
I don't like to rant,
But sometimes I've reached my limit and help it, I can't.
The Grim Reaper is death incarnate,
He has a different need, innate,
The necessary process of ending life,
Instead of the gross process of making life.
Love is love, and showing it in that way can be amazing, I've heard,
So is having children, I've also heard,
But I wish people wouldn't talk, and talk, and talk,
Like it's a cakewalk,
About lewd actions and subjects,
And possible lewd prospects,
And assume everyone else thinks about sex and what they want to do to someone
All day long, regardless of what their doing, it's no fun,
It's irritating, I'm not at work, placing sandwiches in boxes,
Thinking about lingerie, getting someone into bed, and other things in my head,
My head is filled with the work I'm doing,
Ideas for my business, and what I'll be doing
When I get home, such as eating, sleeping,
Beading, reading, writing, working out, and video game playing.
But trying to understand society and it's trappings,
Is as futile as trying to breed geldings.
And so, I grab my scythe, and put on my hood,
And carve out my words that'll end this attitude.
The world will fall,
...Being the Grim Reaper, and all.