BLACK NO. 1

Thank you, lovely Crim, for kicking this off. Anyone else?

I am exploring their music
....plan on it Frank...I am loving a lot of it.

Break

In need of
Vengeance...
For impure touch from mother fucker

That spilled his perversions
On my chest
And in my youth spitting
Snarling mouth
I take my flight in nightsong

Sung loud with Angel and Demon
Chorus
In perfect harmony

My wings spread wide despite your
Cruel clip

I toy with your weakest dimension
To bind you
In terror dream
And cause you blood curl scream
To wake in fetal position shake

My hostile mind
As sharp as any knife
Will cut your face to shreads

And erase it from
This
Horrific memory

Watch the bleed
Laughter rising
And adding dark pitch
To my hungry need
And rightful hell fury voice

And castrate your ego
And title
With daunting stare burn
Straight into your black eyes

And tremble your soul
With in tact furious femininity

That you could not
Take from me

Mother fucker


(Just listened to many...and wrote..)

Nice one, Jen. Who else?

Give me the darkness where obscenity wanders,
spiderlings creeping under deep lichen stones.
No moon to glitter on blood drenched fangs
as I slither to meet my forbidden destiny.

Beware all ye that dare to enter the stench
of my underworld caverns, even now preparing,
with jet black wings to launch upon the unwary
maiden in her lily white bed, the nightmare,
the phallus of horror embedded deep within.
Reaching down to devour her deepest soul
seeding unspeakable madness, her eyes no
longer seeing life, feeling only degradation.

In their '62 'vette
Sharing one cigarette

~ My Girlfriend's Girlfriend

the mechanic

got the call about 10 pm  

Not a booty call  
Dead battery call  

Babe my car died at the garage at work  
The attendant says it's my battery  
It won't start even with jumper cables  
she tells me  

Take my last shot of Jacks  
And last drag of the joint I'd been smoking  

25 minute drive one way to the 24 hour Walmart  
new battery  
old car  
55 minutes the other way to her job  

I want to be mad with her when I get there  
And I am  
The Mets had just sent the game into extra innings  

I get there wearing my jeans, work boots, white wife beater and a  

You-called-Me-for-this-shit Attitude  

She's wearing that skirt  
Yeah that one  
The one I hate to love her ass in  
The one that I see all the construction guys check her out in  
when I drop her off for work  

It's a quick swap  
The dead for the living  
but the connection heads need changing too  

We drive to my cousin's shop  
I've got a key because I work on my bike there  

Again, it's a quick swap  
The dead for the living  
Resurrection  

But now it's time to tithe  

I call her over to the work desk  
Glide behind her  
And start cuffing her wrists to the arms of the chair in front of her with electrical tape  
First the left  
Then the right  

What are you doing?  
she asks

Shut the fuck up  

But I know her and that mouth  
So I wad up more tape into a ball  
Jam it in  
And secure it with another piece  

her eyes are watering  

Stop being a baby  
I tell her as I hike up her skirt  

I see your wearing your big girl panties  

For her that meant no panties  

I get some light chains hanging from the side of the shop  
Tie them in a figure eight around her ankles  
shoulder width apart and  
Around the legs of the chair  
Tight  

So tight that when I step between her legs onto the chains  
It forces her knees to buckle  
Rocking that bubble ass of hers onto me  

Shut the fuck up  

Stop being a baby  

I grab two big clamps off the desk  
The kind for holding work orders or invoices  
Rip open her blouse and bra  
Clamp one on her left tit  
Then right  

I disappear into the dark for a moment  
Step back into the light with a car battery  
already with cables on it  

The cable's long enough for me  
to make a noose of it around her neck  
The connectors dangling between her breasts  

Shut the fuck up  

Stop being a baby  

I've got the munchies now  
and instinctively I drop to my knees  
putting my weight on the chains between her legs  
forcing her pussy down my throat  
with my arms coiled around her thighs  

She's buckling from my weight and the sensation  
But scared to move  
as the motion might send a connector right towards her clamped nipples  

I stand up and take off my cowboy belt  
Lash it across her ass  
until it's  pink  
Like when you suck on a grape Blowpop  
the sweet chewy part comes after licking the tasty dark veneer  

Her gagged moans make me  
A rock  

I use the cables around her neck as reins  
And pump deep inside her unmercifully  
She's squirting all over the chains below  
Her quivering knees making them rattle  

I stop to catch my breathe  
Didn't give a shit about hers  
Reach over her shoulders from behind  
And brush the connectors over her clamped nipples  

Shut the fuck up  

Stop being a baby  

Just as it seems she will surely pass out  
I prop her up  
With my cock in her ass  
Slow at first  
so she can find the rhythm  

And just when we were in sync  
And I'm about to explode  
I reach over her shoulders from behind  
Brush her clamped nipples  
With the cables  
Moving the living a step closer  
to facing the dead  

We both collapse to the floor  

When I finally catch my breath  
I sit up and ask her  

Is this why you don't join triple A  

She looks over and simply nods  

Yes  

A cross upon her bedroom wall
From grace she will fall
An image burning in her mind
And between her thighs

~ Christian Woman

eyes of the gypsy at St. Peter's
   
looking through the panes  
   
assiduously crafted from your melted sands of promise
and the bellows of blackened men    
   
you dare me not to love you with every wound you inflict
with a mere glance  
   
your stained glass is the execution of my sanity  
   
deceptive in their reflection of tranquility    
   
I've spoken blasphemy in your deified walls    
   
crucifying tears    
   
let nimbostratus fears be moved  
to elucidate burgeoning light  
   
as I    
   
genuflect    
   
for no one    
   
but you  

bathe me in your oscillating waters  

for my resurrection  

coat my tongue and eyes  

until I only  

speak you

Thanks everyone, excellent comp.

Cool comp my Lord of Dark brother HR ...

Congrats Jen and Crim ... Always a pleasure to read y'all.

thank you Lord Hades for a great comp.

congrats Jen and Lobo I'm in great company

Wow....Frank I did not have a clue...man thanks...awesome entries