Throes Of Rejection

<br>This is feeding what I am. <br>It`s like salt poured into a deep, infected wound. It`s the <br>type of pain you really dig and long for. I`ve always been <br>Insecure to open up and show love. Some pretty girl with <br>Long hair, some bald guy writhing. <br>rejection...The kind that`s self induced. The tongue that`s <br>Bitten through. The nauseating stab. Is feeding what <br>I am. A short fuse. <br><br>If there really is a god, then it`s punishing me constantly. <br>She let me taste that sugarhole and of course, I wanted <br>More. <br><br>But no. I`m reduced to a Rottypanol snort and a lot of drinks. <br>This shit goes on and on. Just look down my pants. <br>Rejection...It ain`t a fucking game. My human dick to <br>blame. A sociopathic plan. Is feeding what I am. <br>Rejection...Takes life away from eyes. Will give you to <br>The skies. It makes me more than a man. Is drowning <br><br>What I am.