A faceless' fuck is a sword
exacerbating the damned needs
Fear of contracting any unknown disease
always haunts me anxious
Would it be better
if we just fuck each other?
There are so many others
using fucking as swords
I, haughty as a royal ass, try to see better
through my insatiable needs
But I always fail to stay clear, always end up with feeling ridiculously anxious
and getting paranoid dying of any disease
I constantly feel the unbearable shame hit with any disease
from each other
Fucking suddenly becomes a game of speeding anxious
I desperately long for a polished sword
to wield clear the entangled masqueraded as needs
I try several times but can't feel any better.
Why do I want to fuck the faceless to feel better?
Can I survive above my disease?
I have so many bitch needs
Toward others
who have the swords to bleed me until I am
oblivious, yet still anxious.
I am always anxious
I assume running away can blind my misery better
Pathetic as it seems, anxiety is a smart sword
to shield me from disease
Because I don't want to fuck the faceless other
I may not generate any needs
Wrong. I am stupid not to respect my needs.
Only feeling anxious
cannot help me see each other
Stop fucking is not any better,
and I can't avoid any disease.
Eventually I am slaughtered by my own mental sword.
How can a fuckup use a sword to demand the needs?
Who will give me the disease to stop the never-ending anxious?
Will we live better by only fucking each other?
1 comment:
My dearest Hugo,
It is nice to read you on the web too! You are as usual sentimental, and I feel so close to you here. Take a very good care of yourself mentally and physically. Try to divert perspectives into all kinds of different ways. I'm sure you will find this game interesting!!
Love,
Yuan-yuan
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