dwindling hopes

fall from their eyes

in vain they try

to lick my heart

they cant get past my tonsils

remorseless

i refuse their offerings

like god told cain

thats not what i want

bodies known

possessed

discarded

i walk away

their eyes pleading

bleeding

not that i didnt care

just didnt care enough

the goo of unfamiliar cunt

fruit unsatisfying

eyes coated in liquor

words inspired by liquor

the stew of nocturnal magic

the band aids of the lonely