How daring are you?

Your bloodline sustains me

Excession of fluids  
Inflicting pain on the innocent  
Sustained on the screams  
Of my victims.  
The blood is pouring swiftly and sure  
Along the sides of this stoned platform  
The infant's carcass placed on stone..  
Carving holes with my blade  
Fornicating with her remains  
Her esophogus has been removed..  
Placed upon a tray it's sliding along the blood  
Awaiting.. my delight  
I clench the cartilage tightly  
Blood and pus flowing between my fingertips  
My tongue rests in the pooling blood  
The long awaited treat of the night  
Severing the bloodline  
Ripping into the utheral tract  
The blood is spraying from her throat  
And oozing from her chest  
Pouring in lines from the gut  
Every drop of blood.. pooling into the drains  
Drains that snake  
Into my crypt..  
The chambers await their feed  
Gazing into the corpse of the infant  
I am no longer interested  
The blood has filled my bathtub  
I can finally..  
Bathe again.

Slave

Bound by my wrists
Taped at the ankles
Blindfolded and gaged
Thrown onto the bed and restrained
I wait for you to finish tying me up
According to your wishes
While your cum continues its decent
And I calmly fight through my distain
Of the fresh bruises you planted across my face

The black of my mood
Matched the roar of the darkness
As soon as I heard your car park in the driveway
All I wanted a quiet night in
Some television
Maybe a good book
Definitely some tea to calm my nerves

But you had other things in mind
As you often do when you get home
With your accusatory tone that stings every time
You ordered me to the bedroom
Demanded that I strip down to nothing
Like the skeleton Ive become because of you

With a fist full of my hair
You forced my mouth onto your cock
Threatened to hurt me if I didn't take it all
So I did, every pulsating inch of your pathetic prick
But you beat me anyway
Because I made you cum too fast

I've gotten good at swallowing your jizz
And keeping a stone face while I lick my lips
Pretending like I enjoy how it tastes
As it slides down the back of my throat

Now I lay there in a cold sweat
Dreading what's coming next
Wondering how much more I can take
Before your manipulation finally breaks me
And I bite off your dick to end this game
Freeing myself once and for all from the pain

A soul is claimed

First he lived then he died
To the cross he was crucified
Placed upon his head
A crown of thorns, turning red
Fabled myths turned mind control
Mechanisms of enslavement
Kneel before the fabrication
Or you shall burn in a flaming pit
Pay homage to the crucified soul
Or dance with the dead
In an endless display of torment
Utter his name in vain you cannot
Question that which is questionable
Prepare to burn for your dissent
Satan will scorn as your soul is raped
Brought back from the dead
The Zombie Christ will claim your soul
Welcome to the flaming pits
Of the Heathens' hell.
Voices of dissent
Questioning that which is questionable
Dripping in blood their souls turn black
Refused to kneel before the fabrication
Content with the unknown
Your heaven never existed at all
Or so Hell's flaming pits
You cannot torment my common sense
With your fairy tales of Hell.

To Cure The Itch~


Walked up to the house, all the lights were off,
 
Unscrewed the lightbulb, knocked on the door real soft.
 
I knocked one more time, harder than before,
 
A light went on inside,A Man answered the door.
 
"You know how late it is? Everything okay?..........
 
Well, go ahead and talk if you've got something to say."
 
I asked "You got a phone? there's been a tragedy.
 
Some poor soul was murdered just down there by the creek."
 
His eyes got wide and curious, curious to see,
 
Then he grabbed a coat and light and said "Show me."
 
So we walked down to the end of the road,
 
And I said "Just there, where the grass hasnt been mowed"
 
As we came walking up he said "There's nothing here,
 
Where the fuck's the body at it couldnt have disappeared?"
 
I smiled and said "No, Sir, It's right here where I said."
 
I grabbed a rock and beat his skull until my arms were dead.
 
See, a fuckin tragedy, Somebody lost their head.
 
I woke up at the creek covered in some blood,
 
Next to some dude with his brains all smashed into the mud.
 
I called the cops and told them I had found a Man,
 
All dead and chillin in the grass, His toes dug in the sand.
 
I watched them come and scoop his brains into a bag,
 
Of course, from a safe distance, 'case they wanted to play tag.
 
Alas, again, I found myself quite bored, to my dismay.
 
Wishing that a little fun would come my fuckin way.
 
Then, as I was walking home, under the bridge Downtown,
 
A Junkie, bout to shoot his dope and lay his monkey down.
 
I sat back and I waited for the fool to just fall out,
 
Then tied his ass up to a pole with just his shirt and belt.
 
To wake him up I took his pin and shoved it in his eyes,
 
Filled his peepers up with air and listened to his cries.
 
I quickly gaged and taped his mouth to buy myself some time,
 
And let him know I was, in deed, outside my fucking mind.
 
I took my blade and traced the veins alog his arms,
 
All I had to do was connect all of the track marks.
 
He drained out like a hanging pig until his brain was dead,
 
Then I grabbed him by the hair and took his fuckin head.
 
Didnt call it in this time, just went along my way,
 
Still had hours to just kill until night turned into day.
 
I thought I'd go to church. You know, confess all of my sins,
 
I got there and above the door it said "God's House, Come In."
 
The place was empty save a priest up in the front row,
 
Reading from his story book and clenching his scarecrow.
 
I walked up behind him making my presence known,
 
And asked him "Father, Does He forgive everyone? Even a wicked soul?"
 
He said "The Lord forgives all who seek forgiveness, Just repent,
 
Confess your sins and wickedness and forgiveness will be sent."
 
I sat beside him and grabbed one of his story books,
 
And calmly asked "Do you think He was watching when their lives I took?"
 
He looked at me with fearful eyes and tried to get away,
 
But I grabbed him by the neck and said "Your God aint here today..."
 
I threw him to the ground and hit him on the head,
 
Just hard enough to knock him out, not leave him dead.
 
I dragged him to the scarecrow standing there on center stage,
 
Pulled it down and tied him to it, then let out some rage.
 
I gathered a few Crusifixes that I found around the place,
 
Stabbed one in each of his shoulders, in his gut and in his face.
 
I piled all the books and candles right there at his feet,
 
And with his blood, upon the wall, I wrote: "BEHOLD MY HERESY"
 
I left the church and thought I'd walk a while,
 
Couldnt help but watch the sun come up and think of thoughts so vile.
 
I Just Smiled.
 
Now I can greet the day without fighting off The Itch,
 
And Life will feel amazing, I wont hate the fuckin bitch.
 
But warning to the folks in town who never can sleep tight,
 
Stay inside your houses safe, the wicked ones come out at night.

Thanks for choosing me Firesister! This was a fun competition; I really enjoyed reading all the entries :)