Poetry competition CLOSED 4th February 2015 00:34am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
shaunda
and JohnFeddeler
nitty gritty
A killer's time ! extreme content !
Shhh can’t you hear it? Shhh I’m about to go biolistic. Blood on the walls, and brain mater on the stalls Look! It all around some falling from the ceiling to the ground oh and the stink of decay everywhere and body parts full of nails. Can’t you just see it? Body peace’s in the trash the look in the eyes of the fear she saw last. A tear in her eye, oh and how she plead before he raped her threw the night then slicing her up till her cries died. He sinkers and laughs saying that’s one way to make time pass.
Shhh can’t you hear it? Shhh I’m about to go biolistic. Blood on the walls, and brain mater on the stalls Look! It all around some falling from the ceiling to the ground oh and the stink of decay everywhere and body parts full of nails. Can’t you just see it? Body peace’s in the trash the look in the eyes of the fear she saw last. A tear in her eye, oh and how she plead before he raped her threw the night then slicing her up till her cries died. He sinkers and laughs saying that’s one way to make time pass.
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The pounding of,
The beating of,
The sounds that won’t stop.
The aching for,
The thirst for more,
Crawling its way to the top.
Scaly and repugnant,
the scent of thousands of corpses,
burn through my system.
Memories of importance,
body infested by roaches,
of someone no longer existent.
From where does it emerge?
And what’s the origin?
Some say it was made by hate,
And darkness conceived it.
It drags itself closer.
It hungers for flesh.
Magnetized and in terror,
I’m drawn into the eyes of hell.
My soul in danger,
My body contorted in disgust.
Decaying sulfur
Infiltrating my lungs
The pounding,
The beating,
Slithering with fingers deep in the soil.
Adrenaline pumping,
Pulse rhythm disrupted,
Breathing out of control.
It grunts furious,
It growls,
What would it want to say?
Through the terror,
The pounding gets louder,
Stilling my heart in one kill,
The demon just wanted to play.
The rapid racing beat
had ended
into Baphomet’s heat.
Ripping into a soul,
With blood stained teeth.
Reduced to nothing.
Carcass, meat, and skin rotting,
Beneath unholy grounds,
They are scorching,
With only the echo of Satan’s demonic pounding.
Degenerates in Love
are we so very much alike that we can know
each other’s sins without confessing them?
will you follow me to a place of no light,
where pain is worshipped like a golden cross,
and a bleeding, nameless thing howls at the moon –
when I want to observe stained beauty,
marked with the prints of vanished lovers,
a scarlet mouth for pleading, eyes leaving tears
as tokens of gratitude…
when I want this for no earthly reason
but that I want it at that moment,
will you remove your robe
and stand before me naked –
when I need inspiration, will you hang from the
beam, bound in the cold, remorseless chains,
wretched and trembling, until such sweet torment
is painted into my memory –
will you suffer the whip and the bamboo cane,
wear the bruises like stars branded to your skin –
if I must hurt you to prove my love,
will you let me…
are we so very much alike that we can know
each other’s sins without confessing them?
will you follow me to a place of no light,
where pain is worshipped like a golden cross,
and a bleeding, nameless thing howls at the moon –
when I want to observe stained beauty,
marked with the prints of vanished lovers,
a scarlet mouth for pleading, eyes leaving tears
as tokens of gratitude…
when I want this for no earthly reason
but that I want it at that moment,
will you remove your robe
and stand before me naked –
when I need inspiration, will you hang from the
beam, bound in the cold, remorseless chains,
wretched and trembling, until such sweet torment
is painted into my memory –
will you suffer the whip and the bamboo cane,
wear the bruises like stars branded to your skin –
if I must hurt you to prove my love,
will you let me…
Used.
No longing attracted us to blank stares
Anyone, everyone, no one-- whatever your name is
possibly a number. Shh don't talk,
it ruins the anonymity
No need to acknowledge a person
is attached to your member.
You are married, single, nobody, everybody
Who cares what the hell you are,
Just slip in the grease on my character
add discretion to the indescretion
Know that it's more the number on your forehead
Than the life in your smile
Drawing my half-hearted attention
Lackluster affection
You are the instrument
and there is no musician
just tv test patterns
modem buzzing
fans spinning
and you just dance in
nothing
with me.
No longing attracted us to blank stares
Anyone, everyone, no one-- whatever your name is
possibly a number. Shh don't talk,
it ruins the anonymity
No need to acknowledge a person
is attached to your member.
You are married, single, nobody, everybody
Who cares what the hell you are,
Just slip in the grease on my character
add discretion to the indescretion
Know that it's more the number on your forehead
Than the life in your smile
Drawing my half-hearted attention
Lackluster affection
You are the instrument
and there is no musician
just tv test patterns
modem buzzing
fans spinning
and you just dance in
nothing
with me.
- Black Bacchanalia -
When the Moon is, in the heavens high,
And the night is radiant and all aglow…
The time for the crimson harvest cometh nigh,
And the face of Diana Lucifera, the gods do show.
The air is crisp; the breath is rendered pure,
Te tide is high, near every slick wet shore!
On such a pale evening, strange things occur,
In elder times, this is how things oft were…
Behold the dark pilgrims, clad all in black,
Behold the lightning and the thunder crack!
The robed ones move slowly up a mighty hill.
Chanting they are, in tongues from ages long dead.
They are come to sacrifice a life, to ritually kill,
And most eager they are, to stain their hands red.
Atop the hill is a dark and twisted grove of ancient oaks:
Some say the trees are giants who have not yet awoke!
What those giants have seen would drive man mad,
Could they describe what their wooden eyes have: seen.
Even, if living human tongues they in fact had!
The Devil mayhap, or Lilith the Devil’s Infernal Queen;
And countless old spirits, both good ones and bad!
The Druids of Darkness were most powerful indeed,
And kings did their bidding, whilst heroes oft fell…
Slain in combat with many of the Children of Hell.
Sons and daughters of gods that walked in flesh,
Who craved the taste of blood spilled always fresh!
Vampires, werewolves, and demons of the Abyss,
Some said these they were, and stayed well away…
From incubi and succubus, and their oft fatal kiss.
Hide from them, mortals, and wait for the light of day…
For is thy ignorant fear not truly a fear of forbidden bliss!
Art thou monks or nuns, to fear every secret delight?
Thou art afraid of the pleasures that thou wilt miss.
Be not foolishly afraid, but come and embrace the Night!
The altar is made from solid blackened stone,
Seeming to rise from the rich and equally black soil.
Yet this: was not raised by men of flesh and bone…
For no human had a hand in that long forgotten toil.
Though the blood of such hath nurtured it ever since,
Their skulls now stand in pillars mounted on either side.
All for the delight of Hell’s supreme Princess and Prince,
The Demon Lady and Lord who doth there, eternally, abide.
The pilgrims of the Fallen One’s own ineffable will,
Who are bathed in the glow of the Moon as it doth gleam!
An inhuman frenzy overcomes their once-mortal reason….
In orgies of lust and death, they seek to know every thrill.
They do all that men and women are never even dream!
Every perversion, they partake of, in its’ own season….
For no chaos is too frightful, no madness is too obscene.
Nothing that is done or not done in passion’s flowing stream!
No wickedness is beneath them, no delight beyond their grasp,
For they are the faithful of the Dragon, the Jackal: the Asp.
Screams of mortal victims, all throughout the woods, are heard,
Music for the pleasure of those druids, to enhance the hour…
For no cruel eccentricity, this night: is too strange or absurd.
It can only add to the building of unholy energy like a tower!
The spirits of the hill demand a mighty toll,
And they drink their victims: dry of blood, of life, of soul…
The wildflowers will surely bloom, watered with such rich stuff.
Yet, still, the gods are thirsty, they cannot drink enough!
The twisted Bacchanalia is over, the participants are spent,
Their pleasures given into, their insanity given vent!
They linger in the grove, basking in the raw, primal, power…
Whilst from the soil’s grasp is released, a single crimson flower.
When the Moon is, in the heavens high,
And the night is radiant and all aglow…
The time for the crimson harvest cometh nigh,
And the face of Diana Lucifera, the gods do show.
The air is crisp; the breath is rendered pure,
Te tide is high, near every slick wet shore!
On such a pale evening, strange things occur,
In elder times, this is how things oft were…
Behold the dark pilgrims, clad all in black,
Behold the lightning and the thunder crack!
The robed ones move slowly up a mighty hill.
Chanting they are, in tongues from ages long dead.
They are come to sacrifice a life, to ritually kill,
And most eager they are, to stain their hands red.
Atop the hill is a dark and twisted grove of ancient oaks:
Some say the trees are giants who have not yet awoke!
What those giants have seen would drive man mad,
Could they describe what their wooden eyes have: seen.
Even, if living human tongues they in fact had!
The Devil mayhap, or Lilith the Devil’s Infernal Queen;
And countless old spirits, both good ones and bad!
The Druids of Darkness were most powerful indeed,
And kings did their bidding, whilst heroes oft fell…
Slain in combat with many of the Children of Hell.
Sons and daughters of gods that walked in flesh,
Who craved the taste of blood spilled always fresh!
Vampires, werewolves, and demons of the Abyss,
Some said these they were, and stayed well away…
From incubi and succubus, and their oft fatal kiss.
Hide from them, mortals, and wait for the light of day…
For is thy ignorant fear not truly a fear of forbidden bliss!
Art thou monks or nuns, to fear every secret delight?
Thou art afraid of the pleasures that thou wilt miss.
Be not foolishly afraid, but come and embrace the Night!
The altar is made from solid blackened stone,
Seeming to rise from the rich and equally black soil.
Yet this: was not raised by men of flesh and bone…
For no human had a hand in that long forgotten toil.
Though the blood of such hath nurtured it ever since,
Their skulls now stand in pillars mounted on either side.
All for the delight of Hell’s supreme Princess and Prince,
The Demon Lady and Lord who doth there, eternally, abide.
The pilgrims of the Fallen One’s own ineffable will,
Who are bathed in the glow of the Moon as it doth gleam!
An inhuman frenzy overcomes their once-mortal reason….
In orgies of lust and death, they seek to know every thrill.
They do all that men and women are never even dream!
Every perversion, they partake of, in its’ own season….
For no chaos is too frightful, no madness is too obscene.
Nothing that is done or not done in passion’s flowing stream!
No wickedness is beneath them, no delight beyond their grasp,
For they are the faithful of the Dragon, the Jackal: the Asp.
Screams of mortal victims, all throughout the woods, are heard,
Music for the pleasure of those druids, to enhance the hour…
For no cruel eccentricity, this night: is too strange or absurd.
It can only add to the building of unholy energy like a tower!
The spirits of the hill demand a mighty toll,
And they drink their victims: dry of blood, of life, of soul…
The wildflowers will surely bloom, watered with such rich stuff.
Yet, still, the gods are thirsty, they cannot drink enough!
The twisted Bacchanalia is over, the participants are spent,
Their pleasures given into, their insanity given vent!
They linger in the grove, basking in the raw, primal, power…
Whilst from the soil’s grasp is released, a single crimson flower.
~Cemetery
Nothing seems right
as life passes by
on the fly
left empty to wonder why
as deep as flesh goes
so I grow so cold and shallow
a broken one
as the last breath draws so near
agony has a hold
to big strong and bold
and you cant see the scars
left by blades, and glass from motor cars
what have I done?
Whom have I become
and I become so undone
when the thoughts are racing
inside pacing
another bathtub
senses deaf and fading
as time goes on
and numbness sets in
staring at walls
in darkening hotel halls
a burning flag
From now till four
I know what not to adore
they tell me I am to young
innocent and pure
but now I need a cure
my eyes are failing
and the darkness is easy
seems to please me
in distant nightmares haunted
though I wont flaunt it
I just turn inside out
in dreams
of screams
and look into my eyes
lies a hidden surprise
now what have I done
sixteen and bleeding clean
with band wrapped on wrist
hand clenched into a fist
my darkest secret
hidden where I keep it
where the hotels are vacant
so used abused and useless
hanging a noose
won't cut loose
this is me again
wearing so thin
laying by pale rosebushes
fed up with my filth
please mirror leave me
and don't penetrate me
into my dreams
of childhood screams
dreading sunlight beams
wash me clean
leave me in a picture perfect scene
or a portrait of a shady grey
rundown cemetery.
Nursery Rhymes
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Mary had a little lamb
its heart was black as coal.
One day as Mary slept,
he slipped in to rape her
fucking soul.
Jack and Jill
were Queen and King.
Forced up the hill for slaughter.
Beheaded were both,
Jack's first,
and Jill's came tumbling after.
Mary Mary
You are quiet the contrary.
Will you show me your
garden of corpses?
How about your instruments of torture,
bells and shells,
ready the maids guillotine for murder.
As London bridges fall down,
the truth comes out,
innocent infantile souls,
alive at burial.
So set a ring around the roses,
light the leaves and watch them burn.
Screeching screams,
echoing in the night,
Jews cry out as they're sizzled alive,
oh how it must have hurt!
Ashes Ashes Ashes Ashes
Cooked and roasted,
well enough to be toasted,
Smoke that lushness of the dead,
Look me in the eyes
Let me sing to you a lullaby,
for this is the night,
my last rocka-bye-bye.
BADGE OF HONOR
I wear my scars like a badge of honor.
I'm proud of them for making me a strong person.
The perma split in my lip forever reminding me
I didn't take it lying down
I didn't just say stick it in.
I said go ahead and stick it in
I'll bite that mother fucker right off.
and I tried Mother fucker.
I wear my scars with my head held high.
you broke my nose without a backward glance
expecting me to cower in fear
a fear I would never willingly show you.
I licked the blood streaming down my face
and laughed, looking you straight in the eyes
yeah fuck you too daddy
figuratively speaking
I saw my cheek opened to the bone
forgive the fuck outa me for going to the fair
I guess you taught me not to disobey
I just laughed, stuck my finger on the bone
and twisted
stupid mother fucker
you taught me how to be fearless
while black holed mother thought me insane
I wear your claw marks on my face
proudly
with pomp and ceremony
marching down the halls of my youth
remembering that I got you back
I took flesh from your face with my nails
I'm a bitch and I pay back
I hold my head high, look the world in the eye
and say I am as good as you are
I may be scarred, but my scars hold a place of honor
on my body and face
They say to the world that I didn't just take it lying down
I gave it back. Fuck I DID!!
You bashed me and bashed me for my defiance
begging me to stop making you hit me
telling me it didn't have to be this way
if I would just BOW to your power
BOW WOW mother fucker
that all you got?
I would rather be beat to death than to surrender
I pitted my mind against yours
and I payed heavily, yet so did you
I was a soldier in my own war
and I wear my scars like a badge of honor
Stupid mother fucker
You never did know me at all
Sometimes you have to be a little insane to survive.
I wear my scars like a badge of honor.
I'm proud of them for making me a strong person.
The perma split in my lip forever reminding me
I didn't take it lying down
I didn't just say stick it in.
I said go ahead and stick it in
I'll bite that mother fucker right off.
and I tried Mother fucker.
I wear my scars with my head held high.
you broke my nose without a backward glance
expecting me to cower in fear
a fear I would never willingly show you.
I licked the blood streaming down my face
and laughed, looking you straight in the eyes
yeah fuck you too daddy
figuratively speaking
I saw my cheek opened to the bone
forgive the fuck outa me for going to the fair
I guess you taught me not to disobey
I just laughed, stuck my finger on the bone
and twisted
stupid mother fucker
you taught me how to be fearless
while black holed mother thought me insane
I wear your claw marks on my face
proudly
with pomp and ceremony
marching down the halls of my youth
remembering that I got you back
I took flesh from your face with my nails
I'm a bitch and I pay back
I hold my head high, look the world in the eye
and say I am as good as you are
I may be scarred, but my scars hold a place of honor
on my body and face
They say to the world that I didn't just take it lying down
I gave it back. Fuck I DID!!
You bashed me and bashed me for my defiance
begging me to stop making you hit me
telling me it didn't have to be this way
if I would just BOW to your power
BOW WOW mother fucker
that all you got?
I would rather be beat to death than to surrender
I pitted my mind against yours
and I payed heavily, yet so did you
I was a soldier in my own war
and I wear my scars like a badge of honor
Stupid mother fucker
You never did know me at all
Sometimes you have to be a little insane to survive.
I KILLED MY DADDY TODAY
So many years- I said and I said
don't touch me daddy- I'm out of my head
you use your lies- sharp tongue and wit
to get with me- be alone with me- SHIT
Go ahead daddy- you take and you take
one of these days- I'm a cut off your snake
go ahead daddy- rip my clothes with your knife
I'll steal it someday and I'll cut out your life
Get that pillow off my face daddy-cause you're blocking my air
Oh fuck it-get it over with-death is better than despair.
I plot, I plan, and then procrastinate
you used the pillow on my sister and sealed your fate
I've changed my mind daddy, I want you, I need you
I look in your eyes and I hope I deceive you.
Let's meet in the dark daddy- hind the big willow trees
I will lie on the grass and you'll get what you please
So I lay in the dark on my back in the grass
Let me touch you he says- cause you got a sweet ass
As you lean in real close and undo my top button
I pull out your knife and then I start a-cuttin
oh your screams sound so pretty-as I cut and I slash
your arterial blood sprays-on my face and sweet ass
then your body goes flying -cause there ain't no speed bumps
and i laugh, god i laugh, when you roll in the swamp
I'm feeling real smart and I'll not dig a hole
I hear the sound of the alligator doing his death roll
So many years- I said and I said
don't touch me daddy- I'm out of my head
you use your lies- sharp tongue and wit
to get with me- be alone with me- SHIT
Go ahead daddy- you take and you take
one of these days- I'm a cut off your snake
go ahead daddy- rip my clothes with your knife
I'll steal it someday and I'll cut out your life
Get that pillow off my face daddy-cause you're blocking my air
Oh fuck it-get it over with-death is better than despair.
I plot, I plan, and then procrastinate
you used the pillow on my sister and sealed your fate
I've changed my mind daddy, I want you, I need you
I look in your eyes and I hope I deceive you.
Let's meet in the dark daddy- hind the big willow trees
I will lie on the grass and you'll get what you please
So I lay in the dark on my back in the grass
Let me touch you he says- cause you got a sweet ass
As you lean in real close and undo my top button
I pull out your knife and then I start a-cuttin
oh your screams sound so pretty-as I cut and I slash
your arterial blood sprays-on my face and sweet ass
then your body goes flying -cause there ain't no speed bumps
and i laugh, god i laugh, when you roll in the swamp
I'm feeling real smart and I'll not dig a hole
I hear the sound of the alligator doing his death roll
Anonymous
(Repost after suggestions and alterations)
She swaggers while they give her daggers the erotic carnival queen
Her pretence men find intense she gives them reason to dream
They lust for her, hear her sexy purr
as she positions her feet behind her head
Swollen breasts a couple, oh so supple
drunken yells 'bet she's good in bed!'
Yes their mind full of lust to find a glimpse in their imagination of her raspberry ripple treat
So sweet, delicate meat
just one look from her drives their hand down pants to grab and beat
Stroking glittered fishnets, she gazes down on her pets
her long red nails grip her ankle as she flicks her tongue against black leather
Stilettoed, buckled shoe, nothing she wouldn't do
their jaws just drop praying this moment will last forever
Reverting children's eyes, dads apologise
as they feel their hardness growing
Giggling she winks, every man their thinks
that they can take what filth she's showing
Her beautiful burlesque theme, by far the dirtiest to be seen
her seductive energy draws them in
She stands to reveal her thong, they can't help looking even though it's wrong
Their robot eyes on her sexy thighs
as she touches her toes then runs her fingers up those legs so long
Electrified is her stance, as the swell grows in their pants
she flicks her golden locks and sucks her finger
Watching her tongue flick, gripping their pulsating dick
a show for kids no longer
she makes this carnival her own
'Daddy..daddy, don't you know the carnivals finished?'
All normality in his brains diminished he can't revert eyes..he can't possibly go home
All they can do is stare, in their minds they rip her bare
and do untold bondage, their deluded larger filled mind
'Cor mate...did u see the state
of that carnival slut? Ain't she the dirtiest whore they could find'
Blank stupid faces, working men going no places
judging the seduction of a Goddess
Arrogant simple worker, porno isle lurkers
much adultery to confess
Blame the dirty queen, walking talking fuck machine
she made them want her with her ways
Never mind their boring lives, sick to death of their nagging wives
forget their mundane, endless family days
Her gift to them, the magic of imagination
This wondrous half angel half demon creation
they want her so badly they can almost taste her
Just out of reach, her perverted teach
'wanna play with me Sir?'
She invades their subconscious with her erotic pleasure
how desperately do they want her forbidden treasure
she shows them their dissatisfaction with what they settled for,
Stifling secret passion, lies and deceit become their fashion
no longer faithful, the little she gives makes them beg for more
Their wives at home cooking dinner, they stroll in feeling like a winner
But wife can't compare to the excitement she has laid out for them
How they long to sink their teeth on her nipple after show so brief
she the devourer of all men
Experiencing her mystery rewrites their history
fucking the wife won't be the same again
Missionary position now becomes a bore
looking down on "The wife" now they see only the whore
they crudely fantasise as they dribble and watch her pout
little do they know that at the end of her show
she will show them games they never knew existed before she chews them up and spits them out
They are simply gagging for it while she revels in their sordid shit
she's a walking talking sex doll just begging to be abused
Look at the way she struts, queen above all sluts
the tart deserves to be played and used
But little do they know that this smutty freak show
is a front for the pain that's hidden behind her smile
A lifetime of neglect and soul so full of regret
her teasing ways keeps pain at bay for just a while
They think she's a sex machine, she likes it rough and unclean
but inside she seeks revenge on men
watch your backs when carnival queen attacks
she will give u all you desire, consume you with her fire
but when she's had her fill, your cheating body she will kill
So have restraint all greedy men, love your wife until the end
Her fruit is bitter sweet, once you've tasted her horny treat...the end of your life you will meet
She swaggers while they give her daggers the erotic carnival queen
Her pretence men find intense she gives them reason to dream
They lust for her, hear her sexy purr
as she positions her feet behind her head
Swollen breasts a couple, oh so supple
drunken yells 'bet she's good in bed!'
Yes their mind full of lust to find a glimpse in their imagination of her raspberry ripple treat
So sweet, delicate meat
just one look from her drives their hand down pants to grab and beat
Stroking glittered fishnets, she gazes down on her pets
her long red nails grip her ankle as she flicks her tongue against black leather
Stilettoed, buckled shoe, nothing she wouldn't do
their jaws just drop praying this moment will last forever
Reverting children's eyes, dads apologise
as they feel their hardness growing
Giggling she winks, every man their thinks
that they can take what filth she's showing
Her beautiful burlesque theme, by far the dirtiest to be seen
her seductive energy draws them in
She stands to reveal her thong, they can't help looking even though it's wrong
Their robot eyes on her sexy thighs
as she touches her toes then runs her fingers up those legs so long
Electrified is her stance, as the swell grows in their pants
she flicks her golden locks and sucks her finger
Watching her tongue flick, gripping their pulsating dick
a show for kids no longer
she makes this carnival her own
'Daddy..daddy, don't you know the carnivals finished?'
All normality in his brains diminished he can't revert eyes..he can't possibly go home
All they can do is stare, in their minds they rip her bare
and do untold bondage, their deluded larger filled mind
'Cor mate...did u see the state
of that carnival slut? Ain't she the dirtiest whore they could find'
Blank stupid faces, working men going no places
judging the seduction of a Goddess
Arrogant simple worker, porno isle lurkers
much adultery to confess
Blame the dirty queen, walking talking fuck machine
she made them want her with her ways
Never mind their boring lives, sick to death of their nagging wives
forget their mundane, endless family days
Her gift to them, the magic of imagination
This wondrous half angel half demon creation
they want her so badly they can almost taste her
Just out of reach, her perverted teach
'wanna play with me Sir?'
She invades their subconscious with her erotic pleasure
how desperately do they want her forbidden treasure
she shows them their dissatisfaction with what they settled for,
Stifling secret passion, lies and deceit become their fashion
no longer faithful, the little she gives makes them beg for more
Their wives at home cooking dinner, they stroll in feeling like a winner
But wife can't compare to the excitement she has laid out for them
How they long to sink their teeth on her nipple after show so brief
she the devourer of all men
Experiencing her mystery rewrites their history
fucking the wife won't be the same again
Missionary position now becomes a bore
looking down on "The wife" now they see only the whore
they crudely fantasise as they dribble and watch her pout
little do they know that at the end of her show
she will show them games they never knew existed before she chews them up and spits them out
They are simply gagging for it while she revels in their sordid shit
she's a walking talking sex doll just begging to be abused
Look at the way she struts, queen above all sluts
the tart deserves to be played and used
But little do they know that this smutty freak show
is a front for the pain that's hidden behind her smile
A lifetime of neglect and soul so full of regret
her teasing ways keeps pain at bay for just a while
They think she's a sex machine, she likes it rough and unclean
but inside she seeks revenge on men
watch your backs when carnival queen attacks
she will give u all you desire, consume you with her fire
but when she's had her fill, your cheating body she will kill
So have restraint all greedy men, love your wife until the end
Her fruit is bitter sweet, once you've tasted her horny treat...the end of your life you will meet
