I had an affair
With my grief
She's a dank cold mistress
With an STD

she fucked me over
And left me drained
Covered in sores
And flowing with puss

She shaved my manhood
Sliced open my seed
Planted her own pathos
And watched me bleed

Does that make me fucked
A hopeless shitcake
A rotting pile
Of castrated sorrow

Yes
I quite think it does
But what of it
You tourist of dung

I paid this bitch
To do this to me
My hourly wage dominatrix
I pick from the page

Go get your joys
Wallowing elsewhere please
I'm full up
With my own disease.