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The DesirePutrid stench reeks from the woundA wound that wont ever heal I slashed the sack off by the scrotum I'm finally rid of the feel Got sick to my stomach waiting Fantasized for far too long Took matters into my own hands And resized the shape of my schlong A burning desire To remove my next limb How come my desire Is different from yours? Never intimidated by the flash of the blade It has become my life as I know it I enhance my stimulation further Cutting things off and then throw it Slowly I get reborn Through self rape Fixated by reshape Once I am done What will be left of me? Once I am gone What is there to see? |