SWEETS (pls... dont relate this to me... i'm just back to writing nega stuffs)

along with the sudden rain, i found myself wanting to be alone again. to appreciate things in life without any dummy to drag along. i hate some piece of trash. i'm not this low life who would scrupple on dead meat and eat some chumms that they (the others) would say is sweet.

sweet--
it just bruns the tongue.
a poison under the shadow of hypcrisy
an art of killing.
it is death wrapped with contentment.
it is shallow.

i preferred the sour. the feeling of drooling empowers my senses. my libido if i still have. or the power of turning over the weaknesses of the other sex.

dummies they are called. and they'll label obscenities after so many pumps and secretions of lust. the hunger of flesh, they are enveloped. and will never stop unless someone would rush and fill them in.
my hand.. it felt so cold.
a warmth inside. but no..this needs some contentment.
but i'd rather not rsik it for the payment of sweets. rahter with hugs nor kisses.

.kisses aren't romantic anymore. hugs are not warm... they make me puke.