Ad Nauseam

Bound and gagged Yet professing the importance of these putrid regurgitations Dangling above the precipice Fate, tragic and deserved, lies below Vacuous and nightmarish Docile and servile Kiss that which feeds and fucks Devoured, defiled We hang Choking ourselves on this rank vomit Seems we can't get enough Gorging on this stale repetition For time does not exist to us And when the gag is removed, sodden and rancid Mouths will remain agape Like baby birds, trusting and needy Even as the rope is cut Dead eyes long for the normality Long for the masochism And set free the sadist in us all Open wide because this better be worth it