amy, Sweet Lewd amy the way she moans, it's so obscene
whether she's crying or complaining,
and the way she's getting beaten, it's almost arousing
I cannot differ the sounds anymore,
they all seem like a relentless buzzing discomfort
fuck this treacherous imagination of mine,
if you'd 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 in itself, of her real self, is far more interesting than knowing
introspection, yes I do fear the return of the ever-questioning process
it has forced me to review most of the basics concerning females
I hear them, over and over again, throughout the night
I don't remember the last time I slept,
and 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
2018.09.18