Kyro the can

Do I do to drown these Sorrows, it is all that I do today. Alcoholic anonymous? Who needs that when I've got the desire to drown in the intoxication, an intoxication that this body cannot feel as that wet slime trickles down.

Sick of pervs. The dirt of Theo creeps into me like the little cracks of this organic metal I breathe in, polished synth rubber and the skin-plastic bristle at his predatory gaze.

I'm away, yet at what cost? Is it worth it for me to be away from him when his orders art that of one's to give into?

None of it matters, the cans empty as I go ahead. Like its a f***** thug life of angry fools, mad at the desire to express himself as he's dragged down.