Orgasm of Sadness

images pour erratically falling on eyelashes tears fueling my pen always the sadness finds me waiting wrenching emotion twisting my heart in a vice grip can't stop the images from driving me insane raped and murdered eyes pleading for children drowned beneath adult oppression and addiction it's the emptiness that I write a cursed social consciousness that blinds I don't write love for it lies can't find happiness to send to my pen for it lays behind my eyes a tired whore spent and overused with too much hype can't even pen security never found that either under blankets or kisses not even in hardened urges that deflate just as quickly conveying only want and need no I write of sadness I return there a drunk to cheap wine guzzling my addiction with lust it holds me safe for it is familiar I live it I see it it knows my name and I know its we are intimate sadness and I a couple twisted together in some grotesque sexual position culiminating in ****** with my depressed pen