the heartless art of dying

Every man has swam those oceans
Filled with indolent emotions
Overkill and ill devotions
Thankless, rank, detested notions
Lied to with horrific swiftness
By that sadistic, twisted, listless
Bitch infected with malicious
Devilish and wicked sickness
First she tricked us as this person
Until she surfaced from submersion
As some certain cursed perversion
Of the worst demonic, seething
Salivating hatred bleeding
Ulcerating, dripping, oozing
So profusely pouring, losing
Blood from all of us she’s using
Men confused, naïve and grieving
We suspend our disbelieving
Welcome even her deceiving
For at least this beast sees reason
In the ceaseless beating treason
Hearts in droves and legions
Marinated in the sadness
So morose this tragic madness
Haunting those of us who lack bliss

We can’t ignore these hopeless oceans
Nor our weakest of emotions,
Indolence and Misdevotion
This is the heartless art of dying
Worn out, torn apart left crying
In the darkness we’re denying
That our love to us was lying
What we once thought were delicious
Innocent and blissful kisses
Were just unrelenting, vicious
Vain attempts to leave in stitches
Both our lips which drown us dripping
As this flooding blood we’re sipping
Bleeding from our beating, ripping
Neck and lips that she is licking