Batthew's Poetry

It feels strange to know I'm somehow so important to you

How is that possible?

What have I done?

Why has a bond that started as a shared perversion become so meaningful?

nswer me.

I need to know.

And you tell me

"I may not be a clever man but

When two freaks of nature collide

They hold on as tight as they can

For it is all they have

And now I would die for you without having used you as a body pillow yet."

We are two disgusting faggots

Caught in each other's embrace

And we love it.

We will never wish to leave.

On days where I want nothing more

Than to rot in your arms

Would you please

Hold my corpse

And bury me gently?

Little boy little boy

What a fool you know you are

The dumbest girl in the world

The saddest

The one that will bash your own head

At an age where most would have no idea

What their brain is capable of

Overexerted

Overencumbered

Overstimulated

Sweet sweet boy

Oh how you cry

This is what life was meant to be

At least in your wet, wet eyes

Life was never one worth living

Not in this house

Not in this place

And oh your heart

Oh how it races

When he says that he is in pain

And you are the only treatment

You are the sole light in this place

A house

Not a home

So very dim

Amidst toys and garbage that hide the ground

A bittersweet smell

Beside that of mold and sex

You are a half burnt cigarette

Being smashed into an ash tray

Before being picked up again

And being slowly smoked away

You serve your purpose

You create pleasure for a twisted mind

And then?

Then you are discarded.

A child to this man is nothing more than an inflatable doll

Available

Stupid

Disposable

A godsend

That has been put into his own home

from his own body

To be used

And touched

And eaten

And one day

Buried

Do you see your bones,

Sweet boy?

I can do nothing more than apologize now

None of them cared to feed you

A disturbing skeleton

That sits in the corner

Waiting

The schoolboys all would laugh

But the teachers

How they adored you

I apologize

That nice women always interrupted you

When you were finally enjoying yourself

I apologize

that he caught on to the concern

I apologize

That you couldn't bear to leave the only thing you knew

Sex

Violence

Shame

An impenetrable fortress of guilt