You know why I write, its so I don't murder people, deep inside, I have so much hate for everything, for life, the fire that burns inside, and god, especially god, but the thing about hating god is, he has a way of making you take it back, its like yelling I hate my mom, even if you were in a place void of space and time, the reflection of yourself in the void, would stab you in the heart for saying that, do you know why I write, its because all of it, life, love, hate, gay sex, and murder, they build up in my head, my primary penis, and I just gotta cum it out, on your phone screen, your tablet, your work laptop,

So sorry I guess,

But summer’s here,

My voice has changed,

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And I’m looking for something to fuck,

A little boy to cuck, a little girl, to suck her soul out,

Anyways, here I am, Darkside,

I no longer believe in love,

I just want to fuck,

A part of me, wants to end it on a happy note,

But you know what,

You should see more of this in humanity, I don’t want to see your fluffy outer sheep clothing,

I want the nitty-gritty,

I want the ugly,

Fuck, I love it wet and slimy,

Raw and red, let me slap it,

Fuck it, tickle it, till I cum on it,

Yeah, its gross, but you know what,

I don’t want to pretend anymore,

I want to give it all up,

I would regret for thirty thousand lifetimes,

If I gave up love,

But I just want to say it,

I just want to shout it out,

I am ugly, and I am human,

I am young, and I’m still learning,

I forgot there were kids about,

You know what,

Fuck it,

I love my mom.