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Click heremy lost days of hot tears;
i am the flowing icebreaker
realizing darkest fears
sewing sorrow from my bow
i am no great find
no amazing woman
i am the naïve child’s mind
behind this grown-up face
driving my fall from grace
these proclivities for sensitivities
with cruel and addictive taste
lovely nectars spilling forth
this inspiration i have taken
depths so ruthlessly plundered
in my quest for creation
i traffic in horrendous pain
gifts stolen without heed
friendship ruined in thoughtless folly
crushing, bruising, too great my need
please, please give me grace!
know this, i am no promised land
i am scared of myself
a dark mirage set in shifting sand
oh, what have i become?
fear my bullet riddled wake
i am a cruising loaded gun
causing vicious heartache
in vain attempts to master self
misery my sweet spring
welling up to greet me knowing
i have become a wicked thing
in this my cathartic moment
fuck me! oh, i’m falling
i grip slick sides and slip
the black pit comes calling
it feels like i am dying
ash and dust is more
caving to nothing
curled up on the floor
a weeping puddle
my chest aches
in pain-filled escape
my breath shakes
as it takes hold again
please don’t take
me any deeper!
i cannot sleep
i cannot eat
this is how life goes
cruel and unfair
my heart flows
and so it goes
and so it goes