Devils Spit

Cruel dark intent

I feel your needs bent

Twisted out of shape

Bitterly selfishly

Taking your desires

Out on the ones who

Willingly feeds from your

Emotional torment


Cruel gnarled posture

Looming ever closer

Bringing with it fear

Your own discomfort

From years of self-hatred

Wanting the soft touch

Never getting much


Cruel growling in your loins

Primeval intentions

Bubbling to the forefront

Desires swim out of control

Pounding pulsating

Expressions of pure hate

Needs to dissipate


Cruel sad and lonely

Bitter twisted no way back

Feeding from dark wells

Pits of stinking hurt

You cannot escape

Your soul is bare

Your only wish

Somebody to hate


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