Wanna Play?

i have a Gothic little playboy bunny
who wears corsets and combat boots
ive raised her inside the corridors of my sick mind
and taught her all my favorite games
how to speak, and were to bleed
and now shes just as filthy as i
perverted and spiteful whose magnum mouthed
willing to scream, shes easily my favorite pet
prepared for all my sinister fantasy's
always waiting for my instruction
and now i have a surprise for my girl
such a surprise it is indeed!
ive fetched her a new play thing
to love and abuse at her will
to stain with the treachery only i can provide
pass down my fetish for scared flesh
and chizzle the flawless new player that i so desire

i let her choose her prey of course
to become the bunny's object of affection
we searched through all the hours of the night
for just the perfect specimen
and just as dawn appeared
she found her new obsession
a dying little emo girl bleeding in the streets
so we snatched her up and took her home
awaiting impatiently for her to awaken
we treat her wounds and chain her up
explain the dears situation for now until eternity
that shes become pleasures bitch
and there's no fucking up our program
between her sobs and petty pleas
we arrange her new attire
leather skirts and mesh fish net blouses
to attract her eye for tasteful morbid fashion

why she chose her, ill never know
such a tiny little thing she is
perhaps its simply lustful intentions
or a craving for another s misguided soul
but whatever the reason as it may be
im fond of her new companion
the bloodied steaks of red scattered in her hair
the way her scars snake down her frame
and the way her half lit cigarette shadows her precious face.
i must confess however, the reason i adore her so
is the way she shudders under bunny's razor
moaning loudly with her strawberry gashes
loving all the pain inflicted
tied sweetly to her mistresses bed of torment
happily consumed with suicidal thoughts
aware escape is no longer an option
our new forced player inside my twisted games