You come to your home
Upset and about to cry
And you find a way to unsee
The things you have been forced to face
So you go masturbating.
You are eating the crumbles of love from dirty floor
While they are eating a whole menu
By someone else
You go cryingly masturbating.
You have been threatened to live
Open your eyes for at least sixteen hours
And you hate and loathe what you see
You go hatefully masturbating.
When you see yourself on the mirror
You want to bludgeon your fatty and stubborn belly
In the same time you are eating a lot because of
Deprivation of a kind love on yourself by you and any another one
You go ashamedly and dissapearence-wantedly masturbate.
You masturbate.
Everyone masturbate
It doesnt have to be sexual
Even a music genre or being poet might be done to masturbate
You want to split yourself into 100 parts
And wanted to be eaten by dogs
Because of dissapearence
No escape from masturbation.
You get undermined sheerly and invisibly
On the street, in the school or in your very home
Your project-being become a disaster-being
You open and red-heartedly and underteared masturbate.
They force you to blow into wind thingy
They force you to produce a prettty sound
You hate yourself because of not being able to do
And make everything crap
You are forced to go on the same way your parents drew
You infestedly and imprisonedly, most importantly
desperately masturbate.
You stare on the greenish album or coloured flag
You see people vicissitudelessly and loathelessly love each other and themselves
You look at your body and you don't even want to be seen when you kill yourself by your life-exploiting and soundy faculty
You squeeze your teeth, swallow your eye tears and then what? again, masturbate.
You get degraded
You get crumbled and become thirsty of even oedipal love
You get forced to move on your trauma-consisted bones
And you want dogs to tuck in and polish them off
By the time you get out of your mother
Until you die and you disguise your hate towards everyone
You will be harassed and made believe that there will be award
Masturbation is a 5-minute award
You cannot not-masturbate
They threaten you in order for you not to end it
You get manipulated for living even if you hate and cry even religiously
You are inprisoned and confined into desperately live!!!
After your hope and wish has not become true again
Being shot on head or stabbed on very bottom of your tired and loosened heart
You come to your house, your stinky but for you, mouth-watering bed
You radiohead-ly, dsbm-ly, smokingly and hastely masturbate.
No escape left for even children, alter and old people
Everyone masturbate
Under being threatened
Masturbate!!!!