Lusting For Affection - Vehemence

He was a young man, his life just begun

But never felt young

His parents hurt him and stole his childhood

Beat it out of his young mind

Dad was a veteran and alcoholic and so violent

Mother just sat there watching the TV

Her only words hate, she paid no notice to him

He couldn’t love her, if she died he wouldn’t care

So now he’s so cold with no emotion

And no one matters

All that he can feel, merely physical

He thinks that is emotion

(He feels nothing)

Day to day lusting after flesh

Feeling satisfied with penetration

All the girls in his mind

Fantasy merely postpones his wrath

Acting out, soon follows

Walking dead women, waiting to die

Fingernails embedded deep into flesh

Straddling his body gyrating slowly

Soft hair flows over ripe breasts swaying gently

Her screams of ecstasy, not fear this time

Digging through her garbage

Searching for something

Picking through remnants of her daily patterns

Discarded tampon, telephone bill stub, last night’s dinner

His heart growing fonder with every load he takes

Dreaming of what is to come for this girl

Her broken ripped flesh, swollen on his penis

Upon his discovery of her depressive state

Of existence, her sorrow

His attention to her growing stronger

More obsessive, she’s his

His collection now nearing completion

He knows everything

His parents are blamed, his mis-perception

They created his problems

His mind is feeble, like a rape machine

Sex is what drives him

His first is special, and so beautiful

She doesn’t know what’s coming