I am the Grotesque Marques de Sade I am the Notorious Giacomo Casanova
I lurk in the Dark Street Impatiently for the Week Enthralling and Charming I smile (vile) with a dimple on my cheek
I see they are vulnerable Seeking for a God And that God I become I am the fruit that will make them succumb
I destroy any trace of humanity left It’s the Body that I want and Soul I shall bet
As I possess the Boy, *******, the Rich Lady or the Monarch I cannot impede the images in my mind Crossing this Arch Unique Treasures I will find
In my sheets of satin The playground of Satan Tortures of Pleasure Take place as I make pressure ****** Ropes with humans Cries Bites of Pain while the Soul fries
To my Chandelier I tie my Slave I whisper in sinister voice: Be Brave My Hand goes where it wants It has a Will of its own Unlike its Subject I shall make it my Object
My Tongue travels the nervous skin Salt and fear sheen Sustaining the Evil in me And the Evil rises vigorously The Tongue seeks it Moist or Hard Something of Putrid smell and flavour
Spiking the rib cage with an Object of ******* nature The Slave inhales Pain And exhales Lust I feel it in between the spiting in my Face And the cries for clemency
I cannot understand why It doesn’t see the Artistry Of the way I subdue IT to my Supremacy Are the candles not too hot? Is the ***** too cold? Are the Faeces dry and old? Maybe the splintery wooden **** Pug is slipping out. Or the Rusty Chain around Its neck too loose
(It is impossible to please So have this in mind when you fall in Love You fall alone, you see Like a Dead Dove from a Dead Tree)
And having that Epiphany Altruistic acts shall be only for me
Do not close your Eyes Do not pretend Death in Disguise My Dagger is now sharp Spread your legs Let us see you Drip
Drop by drop In my mouth ‘til full White and Red viscous Miracle Swallow Seeds and Swallow Beads
Now that Gratitude is paid And the Ritual complete It’s time to get Laid Fornication until Testicular function is Obsolete
I use Pig’ Intestines for protection of my Hook As ridicule to the Book It’s funny and punning The Pork really IS Possessed
The friction stinks And Burns to my delight The Pain that it brings Shows It no Light
Is this the End? The Nirvana my friend!!! Can you feel it? While you chase the Last Breath?
I Erupt and Explode It Implodes – the Explosion is within.
Oh Glorious Dissatisfaction Oh Dead Body that dangles
I wish IT could see what IT & I created Superb Creation No words can explain Its Life was not in Vain It was Art For me to Manipulate
The Rush in my Veins Quickly vanishes Leaving me with this uncomfortable Feeling???
Another Day another Dime Another Day another Dame Another Day another Dammed
I am the Ultimate Pleasure seeker
I am the Grotesque Artist
Definitely not for the week hearted. This is probably one of the most horrible Poems I have ever written. I just felt like writing something horrendous. A little trip into a sick person’s mind that has some sort of meaning to what it does.
I hope you can read it and appreciate it for the Art behind it