Her mascara stain imprinted on your collar
Smudged for the burgundy strawberry
You begged for me to plant on your neck
She knew.
She found out.
Your shirt smelled like
The sweet abyss of my body at night

I warned you from the start. On you lap,whispering,
hot breaths and tongue darting, telling you
I was a famed minx in
fishnets and a tight velvet dress, dripping red
But you held onto me
like your very life
Depended on the carnal lust that almost
swallowed you alive

I notorious, you famous. These two never
ever make a good pair.
But I caught your eye.
Long nights, your poured out your heart
And felt in me the echo, that was lost from her
from the very start. It echoed your soul.
You, truly you. You felt it.
I reciprocated every inch of just who you are

So I let you inside me, and ravish the little attraction
a broken soul had left.
Once.
Twice.
A thousand times over.

Panic burnt.
Your eyes red with pain
of the chaos and doors she slammed
in your face. She left. You lost her.
"The love of your life"
Who never knew what you are as a man
But you are here, back for comfort
A lie you tell yourself to be mine.

Close your eyes
Hear my voice
Forget the lies
Ignore the noise
Just hear me out
Feel my agony
I will not shout
To these misery
The ache of plight
You out of reach
Took your flight
Yet expect to preach
Such hideous task
You drew me in
I took off your mask
You poured out your sin
My world crushed
You were sick joke
Life you trashed
My tears soaked
Eyes open wide
Another committed sin
My body you hide
In a ******* bin
You set me on fire
My spirit cried
Wrapped me with wire
To free, I tried
It was too late
To have me recover
Now I'm your fate
You shall discover
I am dead already
You my prey
Just be ready
I'm on my way...

©sim

Little Wendy *******, coming up to play.
Walking up the hills, broken,
begging me to stay.
Little Wendy *******, needles to the skin.
Seeping, drip, seduction,
eyes that pull you in.
Little Wendy's soaking, she's drowning in herself.
Sinking, sinking deeper,
addiction beyond help.
Little Wendy's cloaking, she's hiding behind blood.
Dyeing her skin bright red,
swimming, falling up.
Little Wendy's dying, she's tripping in her mind.  
Shooting, lusting, crying,
nectar sweet and kind.
Little Wendy *******, pulse is always on.
She keeps on playing these games
until she's dead and gone.

Something igniting within me
constantly pulls them in,
a solar flare
drawing creatures of the dark
into my body. I am hollow,
skin worn
by the bodies of moths
to shelter themselves
from the darkness. I am a haven
of addiction, hooking
you on my light and drowning
you with my power. I switch
on in a heartbeat
and stay lit, eyes burning
with desire, hands shaking
with sacrifice.
Thistles embedded
in the palms, stabbing me,
clenching my fists into them
to embrace a darkness
I am unable to possess
within. Blood reminders
of what it once felt like
to be afraid and in the dark,
alone.

The rain, falling softly on her skin
The pain, entering her lonely soul
Dark and gloomy, falling down a hole
In love, a tragic tale
Everything, smoke, mirrors, and blackmail
First, everything was fine
Living on cloud nine
One drunken night is all it takes
He made a few too many mistakes
She stayed, followed his commands
“Don’t you ******* tell” he demands
A painful strike across the face
She was a disgrace

Afraid to believe, afraid to confess
She was an angel in distress
All she needed was a knight
Too bad no one was in sight
A beautiful girl, everyone loved her
A sinister man, he was a saboteur
She wanted to leave him, to get out of there
All she needed was a sinner’s prayer
Too bad no one was in sight

middle of the night
black like a panther
cold like ice
wind like owls
quiet like mice
alone
in the dark but
of my own devise
footsteps like water drops
she will not suffice
so I turn and again
I roll my dice

There's something swimming down there.
Unseen, subcutaneous under layer and layer.
Malice in that silence,
venom in that stare.
laying in wait, to strike, break,split tear.

Peace as a siloullusion of the swelling act.
Waiting on reality's organic nascent,
unresolved affair.

Whatever it is that swims waiting for a chance,
in your terror askance.
Will soon break on out, too real for fiction:
to swallow you whole in it's gruesome glory.