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And They Are Gone
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2016 I gobble up men
Like a packman head.
Mow them down
Leave them for dead.
Step on their chests,
Exploding bones.
Grind their hearts,
Make them moan.
Picking bones from my teeth
The feast was complete
No cutlery to depose of
No leftover meat.
The trap had been laid,
Execution divine
The trap they fell into
Totality by design.
As I turn to leave,
Cock my head to see,
What is left on the ground
Is that me?
They’ve gobble me up
As I lay out my heart.
Played me for sure
As they stealthily part.
They thought they had played
A player with skills
Got away with their hearts
Even had a great thrill
When they lay, in state
Between climax and world
The vortex struck
Like a Shaitan’ skirl.
Devoured By Demons?
Humans would die out as a species. Metaphorically, men would die out and end the species metaphorically. Like pandemic with no one immune, like the dinosaurs, stars gone nova. Men sometimes, yes, but I wish them at least continuance. Hmmmm... ~A~
Not a pandemic
not all men, seems to be just the men I meet. They use me then I'll use them and when they think they are safe... bam. Devoured. I love men. Gobble em up in a good way. Just didnt like getting played. I got hurt and was mad at the whole gender. im over it for now. It's safe for them to come out