So repulsive

I am out of ecstasy;dwelling again; again and again, into the poison well. I don’t care, whether my t-shirt smell bed, or my pants got a patch because of last night cum. I am pretty mad now, roaring from the deep well of my mind. Fuck you, to make me so look deglamorized, in front of the images of your marvelous crafted cum fill mouth. Fuck you, as I fill your pots, and write to this. Fragments of your soul, I char, in my mind. I tear your red dress, as I squander you to the core.

Fuck you and your dog, your God, and remotely all the human, that exist or recurs.  I am dwelling more, into this scum, called life. Your existence, so piggish, but you apprenticed me to co-exist.

In your hegemony, I feel a weird hilarity, to call you as my master.