Love is a wound,
that does not heal,
You hate it because
you feel,
You love to be tortured
by yourself
Always raping
your expectations,
demastication, your
own murder,
Planning it, sowing the seeds
of poision,
saturating and fucking
your death,
No knowledge,
only bondage,
a contradiction,
chains of insanity,
A slave to that dominatrix
called life,
To break free,
and fuck my wife,
no longer no strife,
nothingness earned,
An abortion, absolved
of that contract,
a pre-prenump,
nothing to clean up,