PORN

1000 little whispers
tremble helplessly against the cold stone
drive the needle farther under my nail
laughing at the pain I forget to acknowledge
I'm in a forest, burnt to the ground
A self-made hell I pretend is heaven
concrete trees absorb the sound
of jesters who can only smile
to hide away the suicidal joke
that ends with a toast.
I can hear your words
but the meaning goes unvoiced
I stare into static
As everyone breeds new life
my cries for help
translate to cries of enjoyment
While I bruise the flesh of the innocent
she reaches out for help
my knife cuts through her fingers
leaving a menacing fist I soon throw back
like a praying mantis as it
eats the very mate it fucked
new life requires death
death requires pleasure
pleasure always leads to hate.