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Cloak N Dagger-V-Red Frankenstein

   
Never seen a cloak    
Quite like this before      
Bright red with white pearls      
Constantly flashing      
Quite dashing one would say   
Dashing and sinister      
It was the calm before her storm      
Before she administers her pain      
Through her blood stained dagger      
That made the mightiest of men stagger      
And tragically fall      
As they become magically enthralled      
With her beautiful cloak      
Beguiling with witty jokes      
A saccharine voice      
And a soothing heat        
To make any man rejoice      
And once you're chosen      
Your senses will become frozen      
Stuck with infatuation      
That you mistaken for love      
Anointing her above all else      
You neglect yourself      
As you devote your heart      
And that's when she start      
Her gentle little stabbings      
Betraying your betrothal      
For you were just an unwitting      
Member of her brothel        
Just a part of her harem      
As she made you a concubine      
Fucking your mind      
Leaving your heart        
Pregnant with lies      
Filled with Pandora's toxin      
And now you're boxed in      
Locked in her dungeon of fools      
Just one of her stools      
Wearing nothing but black      
Because you simply lack the knowledge      
That you're just a widow with a cock      
And she a ghost that likes to mock men      
Stock men....stack them      
Put them on pedestals      
Just to tear them down      
And ground their face in their own conceit      
Stick her flag in their back      
After they concede defeat      
Then she seeks like a predator      
And rips out your spine      
Taking her time in      
Extracting your ego      
Before she goes around town      
Parading you      
Berating you      
With back handed compliments      
Got you doubting your confidence      
Because your soul is weak      
So you check with her      
Before you deign to speak      
She likes to play meek      
When you try to stand your ground        
She'll give you head      
Suck out your testosterone      
Siphon your manhood      
Then spit out your bones      
Send you back home        
To your broke ass baby mama      
With luggage packed with drama      
Wearing the stench of her karma      
As she wipes off her dagger      
And brush off her cloak      
Now who's the next victim      
She sees within her scope?    
   
*****    
   
he heats the tip of a needle    
then patiently fill the tiny slit with a thread of acrimony red    
and one day at a time sew a heart that bled blood    
that was shed and spread not from being broken    
but one that was repeatedly stabbed    
by a dagger hidden under a beguiling cloak    
soaked in a bed of lies that she no longer cared to conceal    
yet the more he repairs it the less human it feels    
now he's forced to deal with this patch work Frankenstein of a heart    
filled with hundreds of stitches forming a pattern of abstract art    
   
   
thus is the tragedy of the raggedy individual    
irradiated with the residual fallout of a chemical romance    
toxic...corrosive...eating away at his intestinal matter    
as blackened thoughts scatter with the promise to    
pay pain and disdain forward towards his unsuspecting victim    
inflicted with tunnel vision..his peripheral darkened    
 by the visceral intentions to once again meet his maker    
and make her his very own emotional pinata    
   
   
years later    
   
   
returning as a master manipulator    
playing up to her seductress as the simpish pawn    
she remembered who fawned over her from dawn to dusk    
gaining her trust..campaigning as her Manchurian candidate    
kissing her ass...lathering her arrogance with flattery    
while gathering intel on her deepest insecurities    
setting her up for emotional battery    
methodically tearing down the foundation    
of her self esteem one brick at a time..one day at a time    
building his dais upon her hunched over ego    
casting one spell after the other    
rising as she fell slowly into a hell custom made just for her    
   
   
where she serves as the jester in his court    
fester under his rules    
as he dispenses his brand of justice    
his recompense..his retribution all at her soul's expense    
gloating as he reminisced one upon a time when    
he was contextualized in servitude to a narcissistic ideology    
placed neatly into one of her many bird cages    
howling like a nomadic banshee amongst a castrated menagerie    
swirling in the cycle of the latent psychopath    
the pit of pure toxicity that gave birth    
to a misogynistic god created in her very own image    
   
Written by Naajir
Published | Edited 23rd Jun 2018
Author's Note
Complete fiction
2 separate poems
The 2nd written in response to the 1st
Both originally written in the summer of 2012
Cloak N Dagger-my 1st attempt at dark poetry
Red Frankenstein- 1st verse is in original format
The rest was completely rewritten
The pic inspired me to put them together
I know it's lengthy as hell..lol
Thanks for taking the time to read
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