Work Text:
those thoughts live in the recesses of my mind
alongside the violent and the bloody that hide
in the depths of an abyss I often dive in
they’re not innate to my person, to my desires
sexual, romantic feelings are foreign by nature
sexual, romantic thoughts are habitual by nurture
daydreaming about killing, daydreaming about fucking:
they come from the same ocean of fictional depravity
not from the same bottomless well of native needs
where pathetic self-pity comes;
where genuine suicidal ideation comes
there’s no changing what’s carved on my DNA
there’s nothing wrong with me in that regard
I’m wired a little differently, maybe a little to the left
but my craft is still a source of lewd imagery