Amy
Sweet lewd Amy

The way she moans, it's so obscene
Whether she's crying or complaining aloud
And the way she's getting beaten
It's arousing

I cannot differ the sounds anymore
They all seem like a relentless buzzing discomfort
Fuck this treacherous
Imagination of mine

If you only knew the complexity of the scenarios
Emerging from there
It feels like a bad soap-opera
Yet you cannot help yourself from watching the next episode

She must be so beautiful;
I guess that is why I hate her and her voice that much
The mystery of her real self
Is far more interesting than actually knowing

Introspection
Yes, I do fear its return
It has forced me to review
Most of the basics concerning females

I hear them, again and again
Throughout the night
I don't remember
The last time I slept

And I'm not feeling well
Here, alone with my thoughts
Staring at a blank wall

Battered and bruised
Bleeding on the floor
Worthless piece of meat
I know she's crushed
But I am useless
Unable to save her
And maybe I don't want to
Oh, how I beg for complete silence