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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