kinda graphic, portraying an image that went through my head
From high neck to sequined toe.
Stalks her luminous halls of flickering firelight.
Halls lined, in what seems never drying paint,
But pasted blood swimming around her feet.
Rosebud lips pursed in a smile as screams race,
As redwood doors open she enters.
A lofted with thousands of stained iron bars,
Whips crack, daggers slice, fire burns in every one.
Her smile grows into laughter and tears sing to her tune,
Nothing brings my lady pleasure but this.
Soprano shrieks echo as the torture grows to blood rivers,
Hollow howls form from blistering seething skin.
Look at her fingers pouring their blood,
Washing herself in purity best known to her.
Down, down the prison, soaking in the gorgeous noise set before her,
Until she reaches the end.
A figure small, slight there bleeds in agony unknown.
The mistress bends down and grabs my throat,
And whispers don't be scared.
Watch her eyes; watch them curdle into scarlet pools,
As she kills in laughter.
Poetry by deathsdestiny
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Written on 2006-10-24 at 12:46
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Scarlet Lady
My lady robed in crimson red,From high neck to sequined toe.
Stalks her luminous halls of flickering firelight.
Halls lined, in what seems never drying paint,
But pasted blood swimming around her feet.
Rosebud lips pursed in a smile as screams race,
As redwood doors open she enters.
A lofted with thousands of stained iron bars,
Whips crack, daggers slice, fire burns in every one.
Her smile grows into laughter and tears sing to her tune,
Nothing brings my lady pleasure but this.
Soprano shrieks echo as the torture grows to blood rivers,
Hollow howls form from blistering seething skin.
Look at her fingers pouring their blood,
Washing herself in purity best known to her.
Down, down the prison, soaking in the gorgeous noise set before her,
Until she reaches the end.
A figure small, slight there bleeds in agony unknown.
The mistress bends down and grabs my throat,
And whispers don't be scared.
Watch her eyes; watch them curdle into scarlet pools,
As she kills in laughter.
Poetry by deathsdestiny
Read 464 times
Written on 2006-10-24 at 12:46
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