The starving
narcissist.

Hungry for
carcasses.

I come from where
the darkness is.

Promoting
catharsis.

Claiming to
be harmless.

But really
I’m heartless.

I move
forward regardless.

Took your tool
for the sharpness.

The truth,
oh the harshness.

A myth,
like that monster
of Loch Ness.

I’m full up
on obnoxious.

I like balls clean,
lick them spotless.

A feline
subconscious.

Leaving you a fiend,
oh I promise.

I’m into it,
honest!

Always into
a novice.

I’ll dress up
like a goddess.

Either sexy
or modest.

Clothes off
is the hottest.

But nothing
can be promised.

A storm always
comes after a
moment of calmness.

I just hope
we survive because
that moment
is upon us.




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