Frustration. In my lexicon of hate. I see you with your portraiture. Does he love you?. Does he love you too?. The brush strokes. Kiss your breasts and toes. I cry icicles in my stein. The heartbeats flutter. With an abnormal rhythm. The pain shoots through my body. A sword between my thighs. I wish that I could kill you. But I too love your eyes. You’re feeling less whore but you stimulate. The hatred smolders in your eyes. I’d drop to my knees in a second. To salivate in your thighs. But all I do is fall over. I don’t have the strength I once had. In you and your prickless lover. And his easel in his eyes. I feel the pain creep up my leg. Blood runs from my nose. I puke my guts out at your feet. You’re more man than I. To be dead to have no feeling. To be dry and spermless like a girl. I want so much to hurt you. I want so much to hurt you. I want so much to hurt you. Marry me. I want you as my wife. Spermless like a girl. More man than I. More man than I. Frustration. In my lexicon of hate. You’re feeling less like a whore but you. Stimulate. All I do is fall over. I don’t have the strength I once had. All I do is fall over. I don’t have the strength I once had. I want you so much to hurt you. I want so much to hurt you. I want so much to hurt you. I want you as a wife. Frustration is my lexicon of hate. Frustration is my lexicon of hate. Fru… fru… frustration my lexicon of hate. I cry icicles. Heartbeats flutter. Abnormal rhythm. I wish that I could kill you. But I too love your eyes. I want you as my wife. I want you as my wife. Spermless like a girl. Lucky in feeling. More man than I. Marry me marry me marry me. I want you as a wife. Spermless like a girl. Puking my guts at your feet. More man than I. Fru… fru… fru… frustration. Frustration