Are you prepared to die?
I'm prepared. Everyday I wake up prepared for it. But every night I go home. Nothing happens. It's the same old shit, over and over again. The reality is that people like me live much longer than they deserve to live, or want to.
I'm tired of being in pain. But I'm too weak to end it all. If there was a God, he'd grant mercy and take me, knowing that I lack the courage for suicide. But there is no God. There's no change other than the interchangeable characters in your life, but their roles are the same no matter who plays them. Real change doesn't happen. You're trapped. There's no beginning, or end. There's only the moment. And that moment lasts forever, and all of the pain and the love and the hate - it all stays with you in that everlasting moment. It's an echo inside of your soul that reverberates eternally.
Revised
Ode to Black&Black
He loves cock . Everyday he wakes up prepared for cock. But every night he goes home, one cock just isn't enough. Nothing happens, just cock cock and more motherfucking cock. It's the same old cocks, over and over again. The reality is that a filthy big black cock sucking douche bag like him never truly gets the amount of cock he deserves, needs, and covets.
He's tired of being in a cock whore. But he's too weak to just have one per day. If there was a God, he'd grant mercy and permanently place a cock up his ass, knowing that he lacks the courage for queer conversion therapy. But there is no hope for him. There's no change other than the insatiable desire for more and more cock, but at the end of the day he cannot deny his true identity of a cucking cock burglar. To him, there is no substitute for the cock. He's trapped. There's no beginning, or end. There's only the moment. And that lust for cock lasts forever, and all of the pain and the love and the hate - it all stays with you in that everlasting moment. It's an echo inside of your soul that reverberates eternally, he is a **********.
