In a fit of passion,
hands Interlocked.
Towards bedroom,
where she defrocked.
Heartbeat racing,
fingertips tracing
symbols of love.
Words of forever.
When for him
forever only ever
meant tonight.
With that shit eating grin,
his smirking face betrayed
the selfish heart within,
barely beating it was frayed,
a withered cold lonely thing
within this frame of a 'man'.
A bitter soulless 'man'.
Only cares about himself
and getting what he can.
Gives a bad name to those who
would worship and adore you.
Snake eyes never lie.
and they very
rarely stay behind.
Once their skin is shed,
they leap from the bed.
Just a thread of humanity
in his reptile mind.
A stain on the crumpled
bedsheets of mankind.
As he walks away,
to his next conquest,
playing the fields
until they are all left empty
A used-up tissue
of a man,
coated in slick
hair gel residue,
not a giver,
just a player.
Not a sticker,
just a strayer.
A sticky waste
of trust.
Icky taste
of disgust,
sickly waist,
gonna
throw up.
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