Don't want your pussy when its not bloody
Your dick if it isn't chapped and used
I don't want you whole and pretty
Only when you're black and blue

I want your mangled body and
Your pus filled place of play
Want you when you're weary
When you give your germs away

I want the sickness, crave the bile
The vile odor of decay and loss
Clinging to your tangled pubic hair
I want your life of shadows
Your body that dwells in the dark places

I will go to bed with the filth
... Never with the deception of beauty
That cannot and will not exist
I love the uglies and the toadies
The beautifuls never live up to their promises

Want your bloody pussy
Scrotum covered with sores
Want your wounds, your pain
And your reality.