Under the spell
Of that heavenly taste
Welcome to hell
With an angels embrace

I will watch you
**Bleed

Pretty pretty pretty
But you remain the same
As the childish and petty
To whom living is a game

Ugly ugly ugly
Not a blemish in sight
Because the pretty ones bug me
*What counts is inside

Faintest escape
Like sand through fingers
Unnecessary explanations
As to why you disappoint me
Speak the truth, worm

Your locket heart withers
Releasing the picture of abandonment
Fool, I am no fool
I am above your rule

I love to sit
'Neath the twilight sky
Feasting
On the color of darkness
Filling myself
With emptiness

Ah, but you know naught
Of the traipse of indignity
Ever so staggered in advance
By the chafe of love and lust

Oh to wander amidst
These crowds of judging eyes
Known by the happenings of a night
After a sip (or two) of wine

Emptiness is a relative being
It sits within each
A ******* child born of perception
And floats around somewhere in mocking silence
Between void and avoid

Emptiness cannot be labeled
You can not put a name
On cannibalized shells
But place a light on the inside
And give darkness life
And emptiness can no longer scream

Some would go so far
As to blemish my name
Carrying simple words on their minds
Spoken as though hoped to affect
When words are little more than
Words

I sit atop a mountain of lust
Soaked in the need for those feelings
But even under these circumstances
I remain a somewhat semi-trepid individual
Look at me and I will often break eye contact
But advance and I will accept

I am not a chaste girl
Shy but certainly not unwilling
I am drawn to the beds and burrows
Admittedly immodest
For I love the way my body reacts
To being taken

One wink can excite me
One twitch of the lips
One little sensation is all I require
Now, would you consider me easy?
Mark me as you will

I love ****
;)