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Thursday, November 03, 2011

A hard dog

- I felt castrated,
I need to feel alive;
we have nothing
in common anymore -
Base, animalistic,
Martian reasons:
These I have not.
What I do have
is a very base urge
to Destroy love
that costs him much,
that I do not Deserve.
Love that my blood
prevents my feeling of:
low self-worth, and
anhedonia - pleasureless
It takes very high highs
to feel a sigh of pleasure
Escapades - to smile
Conquests: that new smell
makes me that bit new.
We haven't a porch;
but I am a hard dog
Not because I love not
But for I Deserve not.