You find yourself
In the middle of a netherworld
Copulating with faces
That are warped and petrifying
You then realize,
You’re home.
Home is quite a heavy world
Quite stupid, actually
Does it really exist?
It’s nothing more than love and lust
You then realize,
It’s futile.
Futility is every man’s netherworld
You spend your sad, pathetic life
Thinking about your purpose
Purpose. Is there such a thing?
You live, then you die.
You love, then you lie.
Lies. You hear them everyday.
At some point, they felt orgasmic.
You find yourself trembling
Staggering in ecstasy
You want to go out
But it felt so right.
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