Thrust

Its not about sex, its about power
the slow lead into explosive murder
the sensual saccharine mind blowing

god crushing... fuck

Its not about making love ... It's about taking love
about endless passion staring back at you because
they're so crushed and broken by the impact of the in satiated demon
this engraving on their soul
this thing that caters only to their sex
this fuck
this whore, this monster, this love...

It's not about motion, It's about rhythm
the precision beat of adrenaline lust rush
the cataclysmic barrage of bare bodied bodies
slamming their truth into each others lies
cleaning the sin

its not about religion, it's about Jesus Christ
It's about making her forget his name

It's not about rape, it's about her having no choice

its about being inside to erase the begging sick in your head
erasing the scribbles of society enforced media suicide
with every thrust and push and break and bleed
It's not about insatiable want, It's about insanity's need

It's not about cumming, it's about being inside
it's about the walls giving in around you
because they can't handle the raucous ravage ride
Its' about god fuck Jesus Christ heroine super suicide
and about not caring if you live through it
as long as you cross to the other side

It's about the crash, and the burn
about fucking so hard it hurts
about becoming one
about being one

it's not about me, or you
it's about creating one
from destroying two

by edenscancer