My heart is decayed,
I don't experience emotion,
Daddy's little girl,
Has lost all her devotion,
Towards the opposite,
Gender you see,
Blacken within,
But her eyes still gleam,
They twinkle in awe,
Where the sunset lies,
His lye was toxic,
As he still covered me in lies,
Blacken soap on the heart,
It's cold,
Chills run down my spine,
I can't feel,
But would I want to experience,
What I would feel,
The feeling of numbness,
Is discernment,
What once was a free heart,
The next will have to earn it,
Can't grasp the concept,
Of neglectful passion,
The fire in her soul is barely burning,
I'm weak to my knees,
Silent cry to my father,
I once had dad,
Now I'm a black stereotypical daughter !

"Wakey, wakey, sleepy head" the woman's voice was cheerful and playful as she threw a glass of cold water in the unconscious man's face.  "Wha, wha, what happened?  Did I fall asleep?" asked the man.  As the man opened his eyes he tried to move but couldn't.  
Looking around he realized he was in an upright position eagle spread.  Each wrist and ankle was shackled, locked, and chained.  "I'm not into locks and chains. I'm the one paying for ***.  You have to do what I want" said the man with slurred speech.
"Poor, poor, little man I'm not a *******.  I just pose as one on the internet and in the streets.  That's how I get pigs like you" said the woman with an evil grin.  "I know you didn't think a woman as beautiful as my wife would be interested in someone like you" said a tall figure as he emerged out of the darkness behind the shackled man.  With fear in his eyes the shackled man asked who they were.
"My name is Linda Locklear and this is my husband Rusty Locklear" said Linda.  "Enough with the small talk.  Linda go get the work tools" said Rusty.  "As you command daddy" said Linda.
Walking past their victim into the darkness Linda grabbed the cold steel push cart and brought it to Rusty.  "Will you just look at all these toys" said Rusty with his eyes lit up like a child at Christmas.  "What do we have here? " said Linda.  
Reaching her arm out over the items on the push cart in the motion of a snake Linda became sexually aroused.   "We have a hammer, scalpel, acid, nail gun, and an ice pick" said Linda with her voice filled with excitement.   ******* himself their victim began to cry.
"Linda this is your victim so you have to inflict the first wound" said Rusty.  Responding to Rusty's words Linda picked up the nail gun.  "Linda you don't have to do this" pleaded the man.  "I have kids that I provide for.  My name is Timothy Yates.  I have a wife said" Timothy.
Linda silenced Timothy with a swift kick to the testicles.  "Look Rusty it actually think we care about its pathetic little life" said Linda.  Placing the muzzle of the nail gun on Timothy's foot Linda pulled the trigger.  Firing a hard sharp nail into Timothy's foot blood squirted into the air.

Written Keith Edward Baucum

Protector of the night,
Lighting my path as I venture in the shadows
A comfort of beautiful tranquility
Almost angelic with its dim white milky silhouette
Hovering over with unearthly eloquence

Touching me with silvery grace
Engulfing me in a winsome embrace  
Glaring into my soul, caressing it with godly elegance, as
Lovely little embers of affection burned through your skin
Sorrowful distance separated us, leaving an unfillable void

Half of the day you are nowhere to be seen
But I never am alarmed
Feeling ever so calm because I know your insightful presence is near
Never leaving me in the dark of the night
You are my soft light- a promise

-EC

This arcade of lights opalescent in nature
weaving on the fabrics of particles that
coalesce in the soup of creation.

concepts of reality entwined with in
linear moments that have yet to happen,
come to pass, that are distant echoes seen.

The merry-go-round of galaxies gravities
playground, like a slowly draining sink,
into the darkness of voids we disappear.

When the vacuum of this reality cleans the
carpet and all is dark, will it once again
regurgitate what was swallowed and start again.