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Delve into the abyss where curiousity and taboo delicacies intersect at fantasy and reality. Expressing oneself in words is denial of the physical realm or a gift from the Gods and Goddesses. The pen is mightier than the sword and a kiss more deadly than a bullet. Sensuality and brutality brought to life through script. "Fear not what is unspeakable but of what remains unspoken"

Sunday, November 11, 2012

She Devil

This one is also from my nightmares, however the roles were reversed this time.  Normally, I'm the victim or at least the weak one.  I am usually scared, cowering and petrified.  It is unsettling to see your own face on a beautiful savage beast in a dream.  The faces of my victims were not clear in this dream, but I woke up feeling guilty for some reason and very cold.  I wish someone could take my words and draw them into the light with a painted rendition of these images full of beasts.  I think maybe if I saw them on canvas, I'd be able to rid myself of them.


Shall we play a game of chance
Show me who you are; will you dance
Does her sparkling laughter
Make you wonder what comes after

Does her steady gaze show intensity
An instinctive propensity
Gauging your need while looking for your weakness
Mistakenly revealed when she fools you with her meakness

Hang on every word passing over luscious lips
The warmth in her eyes is merely an eclipse
The She Devil waits with snarling frustration
Until revealed her wrath; oh the anticipation

To begin, she will shred one layer as you pray
With red glowing eyes, she imagines tearing your flesh away
One layer then two, until your veins rip wide
Her blood lust kicks in, from her you can't hide

It was your obvious vulnerability
Her opening; a possibility
Turning the tide and leaving a vicious scar
Her fangs will sink deep into your bloody beating heart

Now comes her dark passionate ritual
She'll tear at your throat lovingly til all of your blood spills
Setting the mood, this She Devil in the dark
Her lust and violent desires are sure to leave a mark

Under the spell of a lustful wicked bitch
Beware now, you have triggered her Kill switch
Your warmth and compassion make her livid and cold
Burnt glowing ashes of your heart she will hold

Sparkling laughter again, or did you imagine it
Craved her beneath you, so now you can't forget
Evoking emotions for her means you must die
Pick up what's left, go home and just cry





She's now exhausted, her loins no longer ache
She'll spit out your remains while your heart breaks
Beautiful glowing eyes are truly black and cold
The She Devil mocks you, she does not have a soul

Limp away, go hide and  lick your wounds
She'll growl her satisfaction and worship the moon
Tugging at her body for justification is never allowed
Didn't you realize she was only on the prowl

You may beg and plead to see her again
But she's gone forever, get over it my friend
No memories shared or meaningful words spoken
You were a novelty, a useless token

She faded back into the darkest of night
Beware she sees you again, stay to the light
If your paths do cross; you may wonder what that means
But as she stalks new prey, try to remember your own screams.

So stay to the shadows, far from her darkness
Her blood lust is not something she can harness
If she chose another, you would still be whole
But you met the She Devil who craved only your soul.

PG  2008









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