Oh, but i disagree; tortures necessary.

In the ashtray
of inconsistency
and self destruction,

between the
cigarette butts
and blunt roaches;


theres something
you can't find
while drinking the
prepubescent mocktails
that harbour inside
pleasantries
and naivety.

Theres blackness
inside the heart,
and theres
naivety in
every slut

And for one to understand
emotion; they need to
understand that:
to draw
blood onto the skin
of realism, you need
a hot knife of curiosity
and equal amounts
of erraticism and
indulgence without
the insecurity
that it might
lead to death,
for you cannot
understand all prospects
of life if you've never
come across the same injunctions

but you wouldn't understand that,
you bath
in a pool
of your own ignorance