When I was a little boy and the cankered diseases had not yet formed deep within me. I used to hide under crisp clean white so white bed sheets and blankets and hide against nights horrific possibilities, now I run towards them full tilt and hope against all reason and logic that those very possibilities will take me forever. So I am and then I so anyway it’s just and after it all that dark sex fuelled sexless night I am left with the void of random distain towards myself and whatever I do wherever I go say eat do whatever I am always left with myself looking back at me it never stops only the oscillation that is my life beat changes that noise in my head that is my life loud quiet soft hard gentle harsh whatever it’s just always there waiting to distract me from me and drag me under whatever surface I have managed to muster it’s always there waiting waiting lurking to catch me.
Terminate all signs of my life
Push your cock hard and deep past my gently parted red wet lips
Push your cock past clean shaved asshole
Make my back arch in response to perfect pain
Do it
Do it one last time then take me past that oscillation to the sound and land of quiet, to that land of my childhood.
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