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Like an animal [Sick]
Fuck me,
Fuck you,
Fuck us all together
We both know I want to rape
Guess I'm far too human?
We both know I want to be sick
Guess I'm far too human?
We both know I want to die
Guess I'm the only one who wont cry
Close your eyelids and pretend I'm not here
Go on with this nonsensical mummering
Let me slide my fingers
Let me taste the salt of your sweat
Let me live my life the way I want it
Sliding in and out,
I wont let you shout
Abusing, musing, replaying your whispers in my mind
God I love it when they squirm and cry
They ask me 'Why'
Sick memories of-
I don't know, someone or something
She has no face, she has no trace
Shes just an hole I guess
Theres no name to my disease
Theres no way to appease
Orgy of muscles and fluids,
Orgy of so many useless body parts
You can't control the animal in you
You'll smile, but they'll see right through you
Theres no refuge, No safe haven
FUCK YOU
yes, it's the truth. A large
yes, it's the truth. A large percentage of women do 'fake it'... LOL. But about the enjoyment part on either side---I think it's just about anger mostly when rape is part of an ongoing relationship (and there are many where it is part of the relationship---I was surprised to hear that, but it is true if you speak intimately with women), but I tend to think that deep down, for the serial rapist, it is mostly about a distorted concept of how they perceive love...and intense anger about themselves because of it. They hate themselves so much, and they wish everyone else hated themselves as much. So they choose their victims accordingly. The more they 'conquer' the more challenging they make their next victim to achieve the rush they need to feel less lonely, and some smidgen of what they perceive as 'love'.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "