Insidious Disease The Desire
Putrid stench reeks from the wound
A wound that wont ever heal
I slashed the sack off by the scrotum
I'm finally rid of the feel
Got sick to my stomach waiting
Fantasized for far too long
Took matters into my own hands
And resized the shape of my schlong
A burning desire
To remove my next limb
How come my desire
Is different from yours?
Never intimidated by the flash of the blade
It has become my life as I know it
I enhance my stimulation further
Cutting things off and then throw it
Slowly I get reborn
Through self rape
Fixated by reshape
Once I am done
What will be left of me?
Once I am gone
What is there to see?
