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Amy Sweet lewd Amy The way she moans, it's so Whether she's crying or complaining aloud And the way she's getting beaten It's arousing I cannot differ the sounds anymore They all seem like a relentless buzzing discomfort Fuck this treacherous Imagination of mine If you only knew the complexity of the scenarios Emerging from there It feels like a bad soap-opera Yet you cannot help yourself from watching the next episode She must be so beautiful; I guess that is why I hate her and her voice that much The mystery of her real self Is far more interesting than actually knowing Introspection Yes, I do fear its return It has forced me to review Most of the basics concerning Concern, cern, cern I hear them, again and again Throughout the night I don't remember The last time I slept And I'm not feeling well Here, alone with my thoughts Staring at a blank wall Battered and bruised Bleeding on the floor Worthless piece of meat I know she's crushed But I am useless Unable to save her And maybe I don't want to Oh, how I beg for complete silence

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 23, 2026

It takes guts and a gun Just like Bud Dwyer little surprise A defect, a defect No one will ever see it coming Coming I'm indulging myself in a strategic advance Orchestrated by the enemy It dwells deep, yet grows strong, within I'm working against myself? Well, am I? Everything dreadful happening Imagine how I should feel When realizing that it was planned From a beginning that I don't even recall Recall From a beginning that I don't even recall From a beginning that I don't even recall You might call this a tragedy Seem more to me like Like simple standard habits Wishing to be finally saved Waiting for something/someone That would order me to follow A certain purpose With both convictions and devotions If you only knew how I am tired of your paintings Your bold landscapes suck And have ceased to amaze me a while ago Be a pal and let me add a little fantasy of mine Abstraction of scarlet red pure, so pure Drained away by violence Insanely driving to kill Are there any written rules to simplicity? I guess not, so how come you're judging? You won't the day that it will all end Drenched in vital fluids .357 As you are forced to witness The spontaneity of the events And I won't be a bother no more

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 23, 2026