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The Deterioration of a Man Through a Woman
He is drunk
sitting, reading, writing, and always dying.
From the moment of birth he does not live, but
simply goes through the process of dying
She is coked severely - his wife.
She is beautiful, golden brown hair,
eyes like shining skies, perfect body.
He loves her
He hears it distinctly.
He drinks more.
Fucking, Fucking, Fucking
His wife is Fucking and old friend
of his in the kitchen.
He drinks more
They finish.
The back door opens, closes gently.
She walks in looking flustered.
Short tan skirt, no underwear.
Still, she is beautiful.
He still loves her.
She wraps herself around him,
whispering in his ear:
"I love you."
He doesn't want to believe her, but he has to.
He remembers the days of her virginity,
pure like a baby's mind in it's mother's womb.
She was more beautiful than ever
in those days.
She loved him
in those days.
They Fuck.
She passes out half-way through.
He carries her to bed, kissing her
on the smooth, soft skin of her cheek.
He drinks more.
He still loves her.
He is drunk
sitting, reading, writing, and always dying.
From the moment of birth he does not live, but
simply goes through the process of dying
She is coked severely - his wife.
She is beautiful, golden brown hair,
eyes like shining skies, perfect body.
He loves her
He hears it distinctly.
He drinks more.
Fucking, Fucking, Fucking
His wife is Fucking and old friend
of his in the kitchen.
He drinks more
They finish.
The back door opens, closes gently.
She walks in looking flustered.
Short tan skirt, no underwear.
Still, she is beautiful.
He still loves her.
She wraps herself around him,
whispering in his ear:
"I love you."
He doesn't want to believe her, but he has to.
He remembers the days of her virginity,
pure like a baby's mind in it's mother's womb.
She was more beautiful than ever
in those days.
She loved him
in those days.
They Fuck.
She passes out half-way through.
He carries her to bed, kissing her
on the smooth, soft skin of her cheek.
He drinks more.
He still loves her.