Demonic Aspirations

Upon my graceless hands,
lie swollen fingertips.
A stark and steady contrast
against pink yet shrunken lips.
One wrought of laziness,
the other of neglect;
yet neither whisper of kisses
the demon places upon my neck.
Soft and corrosive,
they once laid upon my skin.
Until it found penetration,
Proved an easy way within.
Contriving illegitimate fantasies,
they persuade and taint my fate.
My mouth screams the lie,
of my unassisted rape.
It rides me with scrawny joints,
I refuse to ride it in return.
Plump lips whisper in my ear,
of the power I will learn.
It sees the destruction of a nation;
I envision vengeance of my heart.
It purrs in unexpected admiration,
"Well baby that's a start."
Confirmation of approval comes with a deadly thrust,
I am lost in this black ecstasy,
My darkened demon lust.

---The Ninja