A Gentleman Never ...

Rage (what else would I start with?), grabbing , gutting
Crying NO
Fool on knees again.
ShitfuckNO
Churning, watching, facade falling

Murderous is how i feel - think you really know how that?
Know it.

Too much this sudden shredding of a dream.

Needed it.
Rip it.

Fear that all is all like you
nothing left to touch, to feel,
empty rolling eyes in empty skull.
Watching the story - same old,
grunting, flesh obsessed. Nothing.
Empty is all.
Nothing

And I played along for you - knowing what impresses.
Wounds and harsh cleverness.
False connect - faking it for myself. Pain is not love.
Denial of truth and love and life,
ripped with blissed out blood and pain.

I vomit when I read your words.

A "hard" man. A "hard" cock.
Nothing much all said.
Show and blood and glory.
Sad sad fucked up scared playing with me.

Not so me no more

"My dear" ?

My dear woke up
"Go fuck yourself",
tore another strip from my guts.

"go fuck yourself"

Not so eloquent as you. No clever clever wordsings for me.
But you may know what I saying

eh big dog? eh boy?