Confess before a jury of your gagged and bound victims and gagging peers
and then the audience cheers
Did she scream?
…or did you think that was just an idealistic dream?
The “whore” you’d drugged and thought to fuck was just an empty vessel, no..
I loved her
I love her
You taint her and paint with her fear all about the walls of MY house and …
Your cheerful memories
Don’t you know I’d die for you?
Not a cliché
homage to hate and disgust
I’d put an end to you if it meant the death of me
I’d show you torture if it caused me infinite the same
A portrait of abusedness and blame
You are alike in headlessness;
You pile down in bed and then I’ll miss you
Better than the best fuck and prettier than her prettiest smile is
Is the day I clip your wings
Castration names the game and where you’ll bleed I’ll hold its’ claim
Carvings on your forehead
I won’t have to scream it anymore;
Your scars will
When you bleed rapist from your skull I’ll voyeurize the image
Taxonomy of all your tools to return your given favors
My pet, you’ll be my love
My art, you’ll be my crucifixion
When razor blades slice internal walls I’ll dream of something new
and then the audience cheers
Did she scream?
…or did you think that was just an idealistic dream?
The “whore” you’d drugged and thought to fuck was just an empty vessel, no..
I loved her
I love her
You taint her and paint with her fear all about the walls of MY house and …
Your cheerful memories
Don’t you know I’d die for you?
Not a cliché
homage to hate and disgust
I’d put an end to you if it meant the death of me
I’d show you torture if it caused me infinite the same
A portrait of abusedness and blame
You are alike in headlessness;
You pile down in bed and then I’ll miss you
Better than the best fuck and prettier than her prettiest smile is
Is the day I clip your wings
Castration names the game and where you’ll bleed I’ll hold its’ claim
Carvings on your forehead
I won’t have to scream it anymore;
Your scars will
When you bleed rapist from your skull I’ll voyeurize the image
Taxonomy of all your tools to return your given favors
My pet, you’ll be my love
My art, you’ll be my crucifixion
When razor blades slice internal walls I’ll dream of something new