To Postulate Unconditional Perversions - Euphoric Defilement

Sitting in contemplation

As they pass by me

Revel in desperation

Staring at

What I have done

Scorned in the afterlife

Ripping, tearing right through them

Frantic bursting, engulfed by rage

I’m chasing demons of my own imagining

They ridiculed me, I will diminish them

And masturbate over my triumph

I’ve almost got one…

I grasp its neck

Flames cloud my mind

Bash at her face

I tear through more…

What were they to me?!