When you peel the layers with diligent fingers, beneath awaits my ugliest of truths
Years have come and gone, still I remained shelled in a cocoon made of limiting things
I've tried, failure being the outcome, to lull the darkness within out into light of day
This beast
This reflection of repression
She's doused in the heavy links that weave together like trinkets of gold
Their weight anything but a precious metal
Instead they hold the weight of insecurity, doubt, fear and blind loyalty
Heavy are the shoulders that wear these bounds
Accessories to a persona fabricated
to protect me from my rawest nature
I fear her. I do not know how to tame her
No one does
Many have tried. All have failed
This is man's curse after all
The falsehood of masculinity parading itself
Performing their circus for an audience of none
As my eyes linger to the world within
The world where one whose flame matches my inner hell resides
He's just as cruel with the weapon of pleasure
Just as twisted within the thralls of ecstasy
Loose
Unhindered
Full of rage
Like me
Just like me
The finest of lines lay between lust and hatred, you see
We dance along those lines
With every thrust I grow disdain
With parted flesh, we wail your name
Into the dark
With fingers hard at work
We ache
We gnash teeth like a feral beast
Caught in the heat no inferno within the nine circles can rival...
I fucking hate you
All that you are
I hate
With every drip
quiver
Throb and growl
I hate you.
With every swollen gem
Pink and glistening like a pearl bathed in milk
My god I fucking hate you
Still I seek to wage war against the length of what makes you a man
Stroking you into that of a god
You just have to heed the call to divinity.
Thanks for reading my Feralls. It has been a while since I visited this site and added anything. Life has gifted and burdened me with a lot. That being said, I haven't been in a sensual mood for a very long time. To rekindle my old ways I am doing flash writes. Poems, Shorts, etc. Just to get back into the swing of things and reclaim my natural state of being.
Hope you enjoyed the poem!
Stay Ferall
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