Frustration

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