Je veux mourir

Drifted into a

Sanatorium

of pretentious

Revelry.

stood at the

Counter

and waited for my

Drink.

 

A hunky-funky man

Walked up to me

Flashed a gun in my face

and said, "Go to the

Washroom."

When I entered a

Cubicle

He reached out from

Behind

and tore apart my 

Pants.

whipped me with a

Belt

and while the wounds

Sizzled

he inserted his organ

into my 

Anus.

 

It bled and I screamed

my cries 

Muffled 

by a Martin Garrix

Song.

Heart leapt into my

Throat,

Eyes blacked out from

Pain

Legs turned into

Jelly

Lungs fresh out of

Air.

I had untreated

rectal prolapse

and hemohrroids

from a young

Age.

 

Sometime later I couldn't

Feel

anything other than an

Emptiness

which greets a person

who pleads for help.

My body collapses in a

Heap

When he lets go of

my neck.

Only because he's about to

Climax.

 

Puts his organ

into my mouth

and moans while I choke and

Gag.

He slaps me away

When I swallow the last

Drop

Picks me up again

and pushes me into

face-first

into a toilet

of floating shit and

yellow urine,

its walls caked with bloody

Tampons.

 

I struggle for a minute

when he kicks my testicles

I regain consciousness

God knows when.

The only thing I remember:

I'm not a virgin

Anymore.