Minor remix on my old poem, give your opinion?

Paradox of my Appetite



This is my zest, my appetite, and my hate

I can't stand the thought to contemplate

This lust inside of me

Worse than sweet rape or sodomy

It's something, something evil

I can’t stand the glare of the devil

I pussyfooted out underneath the moon

And watched her sleep, a coma gloom

I unzipped the door and watched her

It's so crooked, so repulsive, so impure

I slept inside her bed one night

She was so sweet and heedless

To what was in my head that night

I can't help it if the flower does not bleed

Her flesh is programmed inside, it's what i need

If I could mutate, believe me i would

But the skin, the lips feel so good

I'm so loathed; I’m so lonely

She's my one and only

I am sorry for my curse

It's in my vessels, which makes it worse

Faithless monstrosity of what is grotesque

My wings of suicide so thoughtful in this burlesque

Her muscles, so soft, so tender

I beg myself not to lend a cell on this poor gender

The beast that settles behind my chest

Is here to keep my true nature undressed

There is no failure to be broken

As this creature is delayed unspoken

He crawls inside and breathes a deep spell

And I begin to crack, fracturing my shell

It's not a place of soiree

I will suicide myself where I lay

And then my precious carnality will expire

They will decay into nice soil beneath the mire

Minor remix on my old poem, give your opinion?
Wow that was very good. Snaps to you honey.
Reply:I really like it-



*side note- why are so many poems posted here so depressing?
Reply:it's provocative

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