Beginnings of The BDSM Killer

She is always solemn and quiet
She never smiles, lest she regret it
Bruises fade and scars will heal
But inside the rage is all she feels
The devil wears a mask named daddy
Under his reign nobody's happy
His alcohol and cigarette kisses
Nightly infusions of his sickness
As years go by, everyone forgets
But not her or the voices in her head

Voices that only she hears
They keep calling and writing on the windows
Twisting all that she feels
Memories haunting, lurking in the shadows

Her anger is begging for violence
A part of her only wants silence
She creeps silently up the stairs
He's sleeping soundly without a care
She holds the ax above his head
She won't stop now until he is dead
She stands there coated in his blood
Never regretting what she has done
Hoping his death will end the noise
She knew she had no other choice

Voices that only she hears
They keep calling and writing on the windows
Twisting all that she feels
Memories haunting, lurking in the shadows

Nobody figures out what she's done
Time moves on and she falls in love
He shows her a whole new world
Of latex and rubber and other girls
She becomes a dominant lover
Taking pleasure in the pain of others
But one night he knocks her around
Her head ringing with a familiar sound
As she stands above his broken blood soaked body
The voices in her head scream "Why couldn't you love me!"

Voices that only she hears
They keep calling and writing on the windows
Twisting all that she feels
Memories haunting, lurking in the shadows
Believing that it's all real
She takes her ax out and becomes the gallows